"Yeah," on a shaky exhale, "yeah." He gets an arm around Bodhi's shoulders and latches on tight, lands a fumbling kiss behind his ear. His Bodhi, silver in his hair and steady as a rock, solid and safe. "Yeah. God." Mismatched words crowd into his throat, but he swallows the rest of them down and just breathes for a minute. Safe. We're home.
Like he's never been away. Like he's been gone for years. Like he's still lost, somehow, in the snow, in the bloody night, in the grim tunnels in the rock of a distant star.
When he can trust his voice again, he murmurs, "I'm so sorry."
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Date: 2019-04-25 04:49 am (UTC)Like he's never been away. Like he's been gone for years. Like he's still lost, somehow, in the snow, in the bloody night, in the grim tunnels in the rock of a distant star.
When he can trust his voice again, he murmurs, "I'm so sorry."