[ she's like that again. her voice pierces his awareness like glass, too bright - but the colour eases into the vivid world around him, washes in like a wave. such is this world, with all its sharply defined contours, full of light.
he blinks, for a moment - and when he speaks again, he's careful to keep his voice soft like dusk. ]
It's okay....
[ the cat in his lap meows, nudging its head under his hand in a wordless demand for pets. he combs his disjointed fingers through its fur absent-mindedly ]
..... I was waiting for you. But, I can wait again. [ so go on ahead, if she wishes, he has all the time in the world. ]
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he blinks, for a moment - and when he speaks again, he's careful to keep his voice soft like dusk. ]
It's okay....
[ the cat in his lap meows, nudging its head under his hand in a wordless demand for pets. he combs his disjointed fingers through its fur absent-mindedly ]
..... I was waiting for you. But, I can wait again. [ so go on ahead, if she wishes, he has all the time in the world. ]