[He's all braced for resistance, muscle as tight as it can pull and then - look at that, all hopped up with nowhere to go. Or, no somewhere he's got to be, some unreachable place that's going to keep him running until he's worn to nothing.
Keep moving. Run. There's no reason for it, just a deep unresolvable fear of being still, but he's got to go.
Better that he go in John's good graces. The man's merciful and that's a rare trait, and Prior's fond of him in several ways. He moves to walk past, click-thud-drag and stops, shoulder to shoulder. His hand reaches out blind for that curled up, trembling fist, and wraps round it as Prior leans in to press a kiss to an unshaven cheek.
Thank you. He can't do the words, but he can do that. No promises of safety or survival, nothing he can't keep. And then, stopped long enough that whatevers in him's started to twist and thrash again, he moves on.]
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Keep moving. Run. There's no reason for it, just a deep unresolvable fear of being still, but he's got to go.
Better that he go in John's good graces. The man's merciful and that's a rare trait, and Prior's fond of him in several ways. He moves to walk past, click-thud-drag and stops, shoulder to shoulder. His hand reaches out blind for that curled up, trembling fist, and wraps round it as Prior leans in to press a kiss to an unshaven cheek.
Thank you. He can't do the words, but he can do that. No promises of safety or survival, nothing he can't keep. And then, stopped long enough that whatevers in him's started to twist and thrash again, he moves on.]