[It hurts to be so close to something he doesn't allow himself to grab. His throat aches. It feels dry, like a slice of fruit withered in the sun. But even as his suppressed coughs make his shoulders jerk and shudder, he lets her stay. He presses his face into her hair before he realizes he can't breathe that way and settles for resting his head against hers.
He can't think straight right now. All he can really focus is on holding her hand, on watching her to make sure she's fine and still solidly grounded in this world. The meanings of these gestures float beyond him in his feverish haze. It makes both of them feel safe. That's what's important.
But he recognizes the meaning of the name she mumbles, and it's almost enough to reach him. If he realized what they were doing, he would've made an excuse to recreate the distance between them. Thanks to the fever, however, he only acknowledges the name and the pitifully happy feeling it fills his heart with.]
That's right, that's right... I'm always an idiot around you, aren't I?
[He takes a shuddering breath of his own as he closes his eyes. There must be a stupid smile on his face right now. He's glad she can't see it.]
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He can't think straight right now. All he can really focus is on holding her hand, on watching her to make sure she's fine and still solidly grounded in this world. The meanings of these gestures float beyond him in his feverish haze. It makes both of them feel safe. That's what's important.
But he recognizes the meaning of the name she mumbles, and it's almost enough to reach him. If he realized what they were doing, he would've made an excuse to recreate the distance between them. Thanks to the fever, however, he only acknowledges the name and the pitifully happy feeling it fills his heart with.]
That's right, that's right... I'm always an idiot around you, aren't I?
[He takes a shuddering breath of his own as he closes his eyes. There must be a stupid smile on his face right now. He's glad she can't see it.]