[ The hand on his neck is gentle. It's an old gesture. A comfort, even like this. It always was.
Ephemera doesn't say anything for a long time. Then, silently, he shifts so he can put his hand over Drake's wrist. Just - holding, for now. Keeping him close. ]
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Ephemera doesn't say anything for a long time. Then, silently, he shifts so he can put his hand over Drake's wrist. Just - holding, for now. Keeping him close. ]
It hurts, Drake. All the time.