[ There's definite relief in Drake's expression when Ephemera says that. It's a good sign, he thinks, that the other man can still accept comfort, isn't just pulling away and sinking down into his grief like quicksand. He's still present. Hurting in several ways, but here.
They'll probably get shitty sleep -- Ephemera's bound to have nightmares tonight -- but Drake couldn't care less. As long as he can be there for them. ]
Okay. I'm glad.
[ He rubs Ephemera's shoulder a little, feeling how tense he is and frowning slightly. ]
How about you finish that, wash up, and I'll rub your back? You're coiled like a spring.
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They'll probably get shitty sleep -- Ephemera's bound to have nightmares tonight -- but Drake couldn't care less. As long as he can be there for them. ]
Okay. I'm glad.
[ He rubs Ephemera's shoulder a little, feeling how tense he is and frowning slightly. ]
How about you finish that, wash up, and I'll rub your back? You're coiled like a spring.