[It's hard to relax, frankly, when there's another you crying across the room. It won't last long at least, all this will finally have exhausted Prior into a wretched, fitful sleep, and leave him wondering for days afterwards if perhaps it had been a bitter dream. Until he gets home to find empty spaces all over his apartment. The bookshelves most of all.]
Louis only ever duels with books. Still badly for the most part.
[Finally willing himself to stop crying seems to have paid off. The broken sounds have drifted into broken sleep instead. Prior exhales a shaky breath against Byerly's shoulder, hiding his face and his relief.
He doesn't hate Louis. It would be easier if he could. He can at least see more clearly the weakness that lead to this, but can't hate him for that.]
And the sword would be overkill. That's not how you'd win, you know.
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[It's hard to relax, frankly, when there's another you crying across the room. It won't last long at least, all this will finally have exhausted Prior into a wretched, fitful sleep, and leave him wondering for days afterwards if perhaps it had been a bitter dream. Until he gets home to find empty spaces all over his apartment. The bookshelves most of all.]
Louis only ever duels with books. Still badly for the most part.
[Finally willing himself to stop crying seems to have paid off. The broken sounds have drifted into broken sleep instead. Prior exhales a shaky breath against Byerly's shoulder, hiding his face and his relief.
He doesn't hate Louis. It would be easier if he could. He can at least see more clearly the weakness that lead to this, but can't hate him for that.]
And the sword would be overkill. That's not how you'd win, you know.