[ And just like before, when Drake helped him move, it’s easy. The blankets are soft and even as drunk as he as, Ephemera knows where he is. He doesn’t always sleep well and there are nights when he still retreats to the floor to rest, paranoia bleeding through.
Not now, though. He cracks his good eye, peering at Drake. Giving him a faint smile. ]
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Not now, though. He cracks his good eye, peering at Drake. Giving him a faint smile. ]
Yeah.
[ Shitty as he feels, he wants that. ]