Dumbass, he called him, and in this moment, Chuy agreed with the raven-boy, and also found some semblance of wholesome warmth. There was something of a playfulness in the banter, even if they were just exchanging rough words, throwing various insults at each other. It was a change from the stony silence or indifference between them before. "Nah yeh jus' got a lucky shot in mate," Chuy replied, his accented tones slurring slightly as he tried to keep up with the jabs, retorting as best he can.
The newfound communication pathway was apparently destined to be short-lived though, as the casual, flippant tones turned suddenly into a topic that was evidently taboo. Even in his addled state, Chuy knew not to react, and followed Korbin's lead to fall into silence as they stumbled the rest of the way to wherever it was they were headed.
Heat enveloped them, Chuy barely recalling the wobbly walk that got them there, his blurry gaze finally focussing on the private area they had managed to secure in a small shop. Bruising was starting to colour his temple, leaking over onto his forehead - he could only imagine what the back of his head looked like, matted hair with blood and snow.
But the warmth was comforting, as he sat and promptly shut his eyes against the brightness, knowing on some level that he shouldn't be so ready to succumb to the lull of exhaustion that now pulled at him, but unable to resist it. Korbin's words being him sharply back though, and his thoughts come rushing back too, as yet another wave of nausea has his head spinning. No vomit rises this time though, but he does take some long, steadying breaths, before refocussing, this time slightly better, on the bloodstained boy before him.
Korbin was a mess. Barely keeping it together, though making a very concerted effort to. "I'm real sorry, mate." His low voice said, his pale blue eyes seeking to hold the boy's. He was apologising for everything in the one statement: for trying to restrain him (even if he only meant to do so to help the boy), for the pain and downright crappiness that was grief and loss he was going through, for the way his presence seemed to just irritate the boy (though just now they had found a banter, a rhythm, a way to communicate to each other, could they get to that point again, even despite this obstacle?).
The newfound communication pathway was apparently destined to be short-lived though, as the casual, flippant tones turned suddenly into a topic that was evidently taboo. Even in his addled state, Chuy knew not to react, and followed Korbin's lead to fall into silence as they stumbled the rest of the way to wherever it was they were headed.
Heat enveloped them, Chuy barely recalling the wobbly walk that got them there, his blurry gaze finally focussing on the private area they had managed to secure in a small shop. Bruising was starting to colour his temple, leaking over onto his forehead - he could only imagine what the back of his head looked like, matted hair with blood and snow.
But the warmth was comforting, as he sat and promptly shut his eyes against the brightness, knowing on some level that he shouldn't be so ready to succumb to the lull of exhaustion that now pulled at him, but unable to resist it. Korbin's words being him sharply back though, and his thoughts come rushing back too, as yet another wave of nausea has his head spinning. No vomit rises this time though, but he does take some long, steadying breaths, before refocussing, this time slightly better, on the bloodstained boy before him.
Korbin was a mess. Barely keeping it together, though making a very concerted effort to. "I'm real sorry, mate." His low voice said, his pale blue eyes seeking to hold the boy's. He was apologising for everything in the one statement: for trying to restrain him (even if he only meant to do so to help the boy), for the pain and downright crappiness that was grief and loss he was going through, for the way his presence seemed to just irritate the boy (though just now they had found a banter, a rhythm, a way to communicate to each other, could they get to that point again, even despite this obstacle?).
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