[At the touch, it's as if someone turns down the dial on every terrible, sad emotion, as if every awful feeling is swept clean out of the nooks and crannies of his mind. In its place, there's a warm, gentle, wholesome feeling that wasn't there before.]
[ holding onto his hand for maybe 0.5 seconds longer than he should, just like. taking a moment to register that. because usually his mind is so fucked that this would be something to recoil from but he's asked for it so he's just. letting himself get used to feeling okay for once.
wew.
scrubbing at his face before retracting his hand, breathing out a sigh of relief ]
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[he holds out his hand, as if offering something invisible]
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I think . . .
[ hm ]
Yes, I think I would, actually.
[ taking his hand ]
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wew.
scrubbing at his face before retracting his hand, breathing out a sigh of relief ]
Thank you.
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Any time.
Really.
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Well now—shall we get a move on?
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[WE HAVEN'T EVEN LEFT THE FIRST ROOM AND LOOK AT US!!! Cobalt cannot trust the two of them to be left unsupervised.]
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[ hmm UPSTAIRS I GUESS?? LET'S GO UPSTAIRS ]
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[WHAT IS UPSTAIRS]
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