[ i think you just invented the worst word in the english language
But to his credit, he manages to keep his composure as she starts to undress, too preoccupied by that very same question to remember to blush. How long had she been out there? It must have been awhile, for the state of her nightdress and her feet, and gods, what if she had wandered even further away? He'd been incredibly lucky to find her as quickly as he did.
It's...hard to be grateful for that at the moment.
His grip is steady, careful as he helps her ease into the tub, and it's not until she's settled into the water that he drops down to sit on the toilet, hunched over and resting his elbows on his knees. Man, if he just closed his eyes, he could fall asleep right here...it's been a long time since he's been this exhausted, mentally and physically. Not since Eos.
The sound of her voice snaps him out of his reverie, though, his head snapping up to meet her eyes, donning a wan smile after a heartbeat. ]
You don't have anything to be sorry for. I-I'm sorry I can't do more.
[ Would that he could split himself twelve ways and accomplish everything he wants to. But he can't, and what he is able to do doesn't seem good enough.
He won't burden her with thoughts like those, though. She's already suffering so much - this time, he won't add to it. ]
If you want, I can stay here with you tomorrow. I'll make us a big ol' breakfast - honest! - and we can read through a whole book and play with Peo and...just...
[ Just...get away from the world for awhile, together.
But they can't get away from it, not really. Not while she's still sick. Not while she's getting worse. ]
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But to his credit, he manages to keep his composure as she starts to undress, too preoccupied by that very same question to remember to blush. How long had she been out there? It must have been awhile, for the state of her nightdress and her feet, and gods, what if she had wandered even further away? He'd been incredibly lucky to find her as quickly as he did.
It's...hard to be grateful for that at the moment.
His grip is steady, careful as he helps her ease into the tub, and it's not until she's settled into the water that he drops down to sit on the toilet, hunched over and resting his elbows on his knees. Man, if he just closed his eyes, he could fall asleep right here...it's been a long time since he's been this exhausted, mentally and physically. Not since Eos.
The sound of her voice snaps him out of his reverie, though, his head snapping up to meet her eyes, donning a wan smile after a heartbeat. ]
You don't have anything to be sorry for. I-I'm sorry I can't do more.
[ Would that he could split himself twelve ways and accomplish everything he wants to. But he can't, and what he is able to do doesn't seem good enough.
He won't burden her with thoughts like those, though. She's already suffering so much - this time, he won't add to it. ]
If you want, I can stay here with you tomorrow. I'll make us a big ol' breakfast - honest! - and we can read through a whole book and play with Peo and...just...
[ Just...get away from the world for awhile, together.
But they can't get away from it, not really. Not while she's still sick. Not while she's getting worse. ]