{ thankfully he'd put the boiling kettle down by the time aether reaches out, his hand pressing against his back and he flinches. there's a sharp intake of breath as his eyes close, and his fingers move to rest on the counter.
he has to remind himself this touch is human--it isn't anything dangerous. it isn't there to hurt him. it doesn't silence him. it doesn't stun him, poison him-- }
There really isn't an easy way to say it.
{ but even if he starts with that, it's hard to get the words out again. like his mouth is full of cotton wool. }
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he has to remind himself this touch is human--it isn't anything dangerous. it isn't there to hurt him. it doesn't silence him. it doesn't stun him, poison him-- }
There really isn't an easy way to say it.
{ but even if he starts with that, it's hard to get the words out again. like his mouth is full of cotton wool. }
I... I died.