[ Oh... Drake breathes out, then lets go of Ephemera's hand to cradle his head protectively instead. Holding him gentle but firm, stroking his back, just letting him get some of it out. Sometimes that's all you can do, he thinks.
It isn't until the other man has seemed to exhaust himself that he says anything again, voice low and soft, murmuring into Ephemera's hair. ]
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It isn't until the other man has seemed to exhaust himself that he says anything again, voice low and soft, murmuring into Ephemera's hair. ]
Can't what, babe?