the urge to reach over and tuck him in is like, ridiculously strong, but he doesn't. just kind of sits, looks him over, hands tight in his lap, trying very hard to not make that happen again and still be comforting all at once.
at least - at least he can listen, and... ] ...Was it 'what watches from behind your eyes...?'
[ this time, he's ready for it - the dig of the fingers into the injury is hard to watch, but he keeps it off of his face. easy. press it down. those weeks and weeks in that military camp did him some good. ]
... How awful. [ softly. ] A healer's hands like yours, taken to harm against your own volition.
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the urge to reach over and tuck him in is like, ridiculously strong, but he doesn't. just kind of sits, looks him over, hands tight in his lap, trying very hard to not make that happen again and still be comforting all at once.
at least - at least he can listen, and... ] ...Was it 'what watches from behind your eyes...?'
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a nod. ]
The woods. I was connected, though... not by choice. [ his fingers dig into the bite on his arm. ] It was always a moment away from taking control.
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... How awful. [ softly. ] A healer's hands like yours, taken to harm against your own volition.
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Yes, well. I suspect these places are for the torturous part of redemption.