[ He's thankful for her reflexes because he'd feel absolutely fucking terrible if he had hit her or hurt her in any way. He tenses hard when she puts a hand on his chest, but then he tries to focus on the feel of it to slow his breath. ]
Sorry. Fuck. I'm sorry. I was having a- you know. A nightmare. I feel like I'm burning up.
[And then her words settle into his brain too and yeah, that's what she said, isn't it. His fever is back.]
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Date: 2022-07-01 04:35 am (UTC)Sorry. Fuck. I'm sorry. I was having a- you know. A nightmare. I feel like I'm burning up.
[And then her words settle into his brain too and yeah, that's what she said, isn't it. His fever is back.]