[ almost automatically, now, he lowers his shoulder so that shenhe has somewhere to rest. it's been such a long day. such a long weekend. such a long week. every day since waking up from his own death has been another long one, a trudge towards an ending that still feels far away. he never thought he'd get home or have it, and losing it hurts, but... it has to be even harder, for shenhe, who might not have considered the concept in the first place.
fei du shifts a little, lets that quiet frustrated mumble reverberate like a plucked string, and tilts his head to rest on top of hers, then offers his hand, open palmed, fingers spread, in his lap. for once, he doesn't want to say the words it'll pass, because it might not. even when he blacked out his own memory for trauma, dreams were the places he always remembered.
he closes his eyes. ]
It all feels very helpless sometimes, doesn't it? Being here.
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fei du shifts a little, lets that quiet frustrated mumble reverberate like a plucked string, and tilts his head to rest on top of hers, then offers his hand, open palmed, fingers spread, in his lap. for once, he doesn't want to say the words it'll pass, because it might not. even when he blacked out his own memory for trauma, dreams were the places he always remembered.
he closes his eyes. ]
It all feels very helpless sometimes, doesn't it? Being here.