[ He's too tired to press. Doesn't think he would even if he had the energy for it.
Some unease sits in his chest, a desire to insert himself, to meddle, to fix, and a fogged over memory of a reality where he did exactly that. It didn't end well for any of them, did it?
i'm going somewhere with this i swear
[ He's too tired to press. Doesn't think he would even if he had the energy for it.
Some unease sits in his chest, a desire to insert himself, to meddle, to fix, and a fogged over memory of a reality where he did exactly that. It didn't end well for any of them, did it?
Maruki sighs, pats the side of his bed. ]
Come sit over here. I want to tell you something.