[ his fingers fold over add's, perhaps in search of warmth. a few moments later the cocoon-like mass of tendrils unfold somewhat, the appendages covering his face retracting to the lower half of his body.
he can't cry, because he doesn't know how to, and his body cannot. instead, there's a distinctive expression of terror on his face, a far cry from the half-conscious blankness that he usually wears ]
I remember things....
[ he's half sure that he isn't supposed to. if only he could shake himself from the horrible feelings that grip his core now.... ]
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he can't cry, because he doesn't know how to, and his body cannot. instead, there's a distinctive expression of terror on his face, a far cry from the half-conscious blankness that he usually wears ]
I remember things....
[ he's half sure that he isn't supposed to. if only he could shake himself from the horrible feelings that grip his core now.... ]