[ elysium's reached that stage of sickness where it's gone on so long his intrusive thoughts start whispering that maybe this is it: maybe he'll just be sick forever or die like this. but it could be worse. he could be dying without having said anything to thorns, or worse, without thorns by his side.
so he curls up against him as best he can… their bodies are absolutely going to hate them for this later. there's no way this is actually comfortable. ]
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so he curls up against him as best he can… their bodies are absolutely going to hate them for this later. there's no way this is actually comfortable. ]
Yeah… I still need to get you to say yes.