[ there’s someone touching his shoulder, but he doesn’t have the strength to even react to that with surprise. he’s panting like a dog, naked as one too, and the memory of a dark, empty dream still haunts him. thankfully—if it can be akin to gratitude, this feeling—he’s so used to the void that he can collect his thoughts easily enough. ]
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Hahh…
[ after a big sigh, he nods without looking up. ]