stay your pretty eyes on course
"Such defeatism from a demigod," Niki says mildly, the words framed by a little smile. "Do you really think it is that impossible to take good care of yourself?" He's not one to speak - too little sleep, too much hyperfixation on the latest project, not enough fresh air or good food - but even the necromancer wouldn't say it's an impossible task for him to do better.
Being horizontal as he is, Niki doesn't see the wince, but he recognises something quiet and sad in Sunjata's tone that has one of his hands dropping down towards the end of the bed where the other man is sitting. It might brush his shoulder or tousle his hair or poke him in the eye for all Niki knows, but the intent is reassurance. "I mean, you are the one who carried me up here and chose to close the door and stay," he points out. "Maybe you wanted to talk about it with me."
Being horizontal as he is, Niki doesn't see the wince, but he recognises something quiet and sad in Sunjata's tone that has one of his hands dropping down towards the end of the bed where the other man is sitting. It might brush his shoulder or tousle his hair or poke him in the eye for all Niki knows, but the intent is reassurance. "I mean, you are the one who carried me up here and chose to close the door and stay," he points out. "Maybe you wanted to talk about it with me."
Niki
I guess I never really faced my fears before
