[ everything comes back to him slowly, including the dull ache in his other palm. he releases thorns' hand, lifts his own, and flexes his fingers as he stares at it blankly. the ache flares through his palm like fire, forcing a wince. ]
That bad, huh…
[ it should be pretty safe to say he doesn't remember much. the only thought that drifts through at that is a vague wonder: will they even be capable of holding a wedding at all? ]
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That bad, huh…
[ it should be pretty safe to say he doesn't remember much. the only thought that drifts through at that is a vague wonder: will they even be capable of holding a wedding at all? ]