[ it's an old trick, or maybe not so old. just one he's needed to rely on more and more often these days, until it seems like he isn't doing anything else. if he keeps busy, he can outpace his fears. if he has something to do, someone to take care of, even something to fight — then he doesn't have to be still and let the loss take him. there was already more than he knew what to do with, even before. it'd be unbearable now, if he lets it. so he doesn't.
and it's more easily done in the face of her bright bubbliness. he waits obediently for her to go and return with the wetted fabric, no more protest than the amused uptick of his eyebrows. he reaches out to accept the cloth, says, ]
I'll do it. Thank you.
[ with his other hand, he pulls at his shirt about the shoulder, frowning as he notices the hardened gross crystal goop. ]
I probably wouldn't have noticed it for myself. For a while, anyway.
[ a small kindness, on her part. there seem to be many of them here, in the safety of this cavern, these people of pleroma. ]
my irl lol at her name field
and it's more easily done in the face of her bright bubbliness. he waits obediently for her to go and return with the wetted fabric, no more protest than the amused uptick of his eyebrows. he reaches out to accept the cloth, says, ]
I'll do it. Thank you.
[ with his other hand, he pulls at his shirt about the shoulder, frowning as he notices the hardened gross crystal goop. ]
I probably wouldn't have noticed it for myself. For a while, anyway.
[ a small kindness, on her part. there seem to be many of them here, in the safety of this cavern, these people of pleroma. ]