[If any doubt at all remained about the creature's identity, it's surely dispelled when he leans his head gladly into the touch. (Though his skin twitches, once or twice, should Everett's hands come near his empty eye sockets.)]
I'm sorry, [to have worried Everett,] Didn't want to be seen this way. Everyone ran.
[Needless to say it would have broken his heart if Everett had, too, whether or not he was braced for it. But that outcome, he knows now, was an impossibility from the start.
He leans more into his Bonded's touch, unutterably grateful for that realization.]
Will rest here, if I can. Feels more like home. [By which, he's dimly startled to realize, doesn't mean Hasmal or even the alienage but Nature herself, spread out beneath a wild sky. It's better out here.]
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I'm sorry, [to have worried Everett,] Didn't want to be seen this way. Everyone ran.
[Needless to say it would have broken his heart if Everett had, too, whether or not he was braced for it. But that outcome, he knows now, was an impossibility from the start.
He leans more into his Bonded's touch, unutterably grateful for that realization.]
Will rest here, if I can. Feels more like home. [By which, he's dimly startled to realize, doesn't mean Hasmal or even the alienage but Nature herself, spread out beneath a wild sky. It's better out here.]