The way he struggles to say your name, the way he grabs his mouth- it sets a fracture in your heart, makes you ache for whatever it is that's tearing him up. You assume the stuttering is just a side effect of the sobs, but even so it's hard to hear; without thinking your hands shoot up, hoping to grab his and gently ease them from his lips. "Hey, s'okay, take your time." Your voice is as low and quiet as the one you might have used on a wounded animal - or on Rayne, when he was having a bad day.
The whole... thing... he says makes very little sense to you. His voice is gone? Well, yes, but that'll get better once he calms down. I left her? Who? Your head is spinning, but you know your confusion is secondary to getting Sam back to a reasonable point, where he can start making sense. "Slow down, Sam- take a breath. It's gonna be okay." From where you squat down on the ground, you attempt to smile reassuringly, but there's concern in your eyes.
Still not really sure what to do with your hands, you settle on placing them back on your own knees. "Ok... who hurt you?" I'll fuck them up is not said aloud, though the thought flashes through your mind in a flush of red-hot protectiveness. "'m sure we can get back whatever she took. Jus' take a breath an' tell me again." In your mind you're already thinking about who to go to, what team you would assemble to dish out some good old fashioned Torchline justice on whoever fucked with your houseguest.
The whole... thing... he says makes very little sense to you. His voice is gone? Well, yes, but that'll get better once he calms down. I left her? Who? Your head is spinning, but you know your confusion is secondary to getting Sam back to a reasonable point, where he can start making sense. "Slow down, Sam- take a breath. It's gonna be okay." From where you squat down on the ground, you attempt to smile reassuringly, but there's concern in your eyes.
Still not really sure what to do with your hands, you settle on placing them back on your own knees. "Ok... who hurt you?" I'll fuck them up is not said aloud, though the thought flashes through your mind in a flush of red-hot protectiveness. "'m sure we can get back whatever she took. Jus' take a breath an' tell me again." In your mind you're already thinking about who to go to, what team you would assemble to dish out some good old fashioned Torchline justice on whoever fucked with your houseguest.
and in the sea that's painted black
creatures lurk below the deckbut you're my king and i'm your lionheart
creatures lurk below the deckbut you're my king and i'm your lionheart
