For a moment, the world and his head feel a little more at peace, the fog in both leaving him thoughtless and unfettered.
It’s not until Jon has his arms around him again the thoughts return.
He killed Amelia.
And she’ll forgive him for it. Jon forgave him for it.
He keeps his breathing even, shuts his eyes tight, and keeps Jon close. A few tears slip through despite him, but they’re lost in the shower’s spray.
“I love you as well…without you, I’d…” the words die, not for brambles in his throat, but for too many answers to offer. All resonating similarly: he’d be long since lost. He takes another breath and focuses on the feeling of Jon in his arms to keep the rest of his thoughts, inhuman or otherwise, out.
no subject
It’s not until Jon has his arms around him again the thoughts return.
He killed Amelia.
And she’ll forgive him for it.
Jon forgave him for it.
He keeps his breathing even, shuts his eyes tight, and keeps Jon close. A few tears slip through despite him, but they’re lost in the shower’s spray.
“I love you as well…without you, I’d…” the words die, not for brambles in his throat, but for too many answers to offer. All resonating similarly: he’d be long since lost. He takes another breath and focuses on the feeling of Jon in his arms to keep the rest of his thoughts, inhuman or otherwise, out.