[ And just like that, things settle a little. Not all the way, but -
Enough.
Ephemera washes his face. Toes his boots off and lines them up. And then he heads back into Drake's room, swaying a little as he goes. He's drunk. On the edge of lost but still present, still in the moment. Still here. He leans against the wall and just watches Drake for a moment. Taking him in. Then, quietly: ]
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Enough.
Ephemera washes his face. Toes his boots off and lines them up. And then he heads back into Drake's room, swaying a little as he goes. He's drunk. On the edge of lost but still present, still in the moment. Still here. He leans against the wall and just watches Drake for a moment. Taking him in. Then, quietly: ]
Think I love you.