[oom] Room 6620

[lady_bols]

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She dreams, fitfully. The same anguish plays itself out on her face, and at one point, she calls out. His name, desperate and pleading, as if willing him back from the edge of some precipice.

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[the_gene_genie]

His arms went slack after the first half hour, his eyelids hovering somewhere between open and closed. He'd tried the breathing thing again, but it's always the same result when he dares to shut his eyes.

And now he's promised her he'll stay here, for a while at least. Could be a long while. So he has to accept that he's going to be living with this for the forseeable future. It exhausts him just thinking about it, so he tries not to.

Then she calls his name, and his muscles jerk, eyes snap to fully open, and his arms close around her again as if on reflex. He doesn't try to wake her. Sleeping, however badly, is probably the best thing for her right now.