[ As he continues reading, Sorey squeezes that hand in kind, a gesture to say all those things he would say verbally, if he knew Mikleo would take comfort in them: I'm here; I'm not leaving; I'll be here when you wake up.
I promise.
Though those violet eyes are still visible for now, he can feel the other sinking into him, slowly letting himself relax. So, to accommodate, Sorey remains quiet, motionless save for that joined hand. ]
no subject
I promise.
Though those violet eyes are still visible for now, he can feel the other sinking into him, slowly letting himself relax. So, to accommodate, Sorey remains quiet, motionless save for that joined hand. ]