[ It's not anything so romantic... he sniffs, heartbeat filling up the quiet spaces. ]
There are machines in my blood.
[ Most times he forgets they're even there, save for when they help out in a pinch. Like now. Pillowing his cheek against the top of her head, he stares across at the empty remainder of the skull, the moonlight pouring through the cavities open to the sky. ]
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There are machines in my blood.
[ Most times he forgets they're even there, save for when they help out in a pinch. Like now. Pillowing his cheek against the top of her head, he stares across at the empty remainder of the skull, the moonlight pouring through the cavities open to the sky. ]
Your fingers were really cold.
[ He can feel them through his shirt... ]