[ it almost seems like he's not quite there for a second - it takes a long beat, for him to recover, to put himself out of whatever he was drifting in. yves can see many of those flower petals are still on him - sticking out of his wrists, out of his clothes, around his chest.
he blinks. once, twice, takes a breath, and then looks up. ]
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he blinks. once, twice, takes a breath, and then looks up. ]
...Oh... Yves.