this world is a wasteland where nothing can grow
Already mumbling an apology at the same time as Sunjata when the other man visibly flinches from his touch, Niki withdraws enough to give him space and to also try and persuade his mind to grow a little sharper, though that's a big ask given the still-substantial haze of alcohol he has to swim through to get there. Rubbing at his eyes and exhaling a long, slow breath, his lips twitch into a smile the Heartless won't see from where he's still turned away. But the Greatwood and its accoutrements remain since they seem to be taken well, Niki finally sitting himself up properly.
"You don't have to apologise. Waking up after a nightmare is always hard, especially when you're alone," he mumbles, stifling a yawn behind his hand and blinking hard a few times like he's trying to focus better. "Can I help?" The offer is easier than it's ever been, and though it would have been made just as sincerely were he sober, it might not have been phrased so directly.
"You don't have to apologise. Waking up after a nightmare is always hard, especially when you're alone," he mumbles, stifling a yawn behind his hand and blinking hard a few times like he's trying to focus better. "Can I help?" The offer is easier than it's ever been, and though it would have been made just as sincerely were he sober, it might not have been phrased so directly.
Niki
i used to have strength but i ran out of hope
