( well. pants are a considerable foe when you're a man that large and probably wouldn't be able to find any that fit by conventional means. lord knows how he found any in the first place …
and this is the kind of thing that waver absolutely does not deserve to come across; the ghosts and skeletons that follow this grown-ass man around even when he isn't experiencing the full-blow side effects of the fog swirling around them are his, and his alone, though once this is all over he should probably thank him properly for even stopping in the first place. because he didn't have to.
but. he's slowly gathering his thoughts back to where they need to be, his focus on the here-and-now instead of the there-and-then, though it's going to be a while before the image of adam is out of his head again, because while he might have thought that it wasn't lingering with him as much as it actually was, he's dreadfully wrong.
he breathes in, and his chest aches, and hoo boy is that going to be something he feels in the morning. possibly for the next week and a half. ) That … thing. Whatever it was. Knocked me down. ( buddy you're lucky that's all it did. seriously.
he rubs at his eyes with his human hand, like it might actually clear some of the haze from them, or maybe make them feel less tired.
it won't do any of those things, but he's been doing it for so long there's no point in trying to stop old habits. ) It's really gone?
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and this is the kind of thing that waver absolutely does not deserve to come across; the ghosts and skeletons that follow this grown-ass man around even when he isn't experiencing the full-blow side effects of the fog swirling around them are his, and his alone, though once this is all over he should probably thank him properly for even stopping in the first place. because he didn't have to.
but. he's slowly gathering his thoughts back to where they need to be, his focus on the here-and-now instead of the there-and-then, though it's going to be a while before the image of adam is out of his head again, because while he might have thought that it wasn't lingering with him as much as it actually was, he's dreadfully wrong.
he breathes in, and his chest aches, and hoo boy is that going to be something he feels in the morning. possibly for the next week and a half. ) That … thing. Whatever it was. Knocked me down. ( buddy you're lucky that's all it did. seriously.
he rubs at his eyes with his human hand, like it might actually clear some of the haze from them, or maybe make them feel less tired.
it won't do any of those things, but he's been doing it for so long there's no point in trying to stop old habits. ) It's really gone?