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... where he wouldn’t stand in the sunshine and neither leave them in the tight space between wall and island. In the meanwhile, he carefully pulls everything out for another dressing change.
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... the box of supplies that he feels like breathing again.
It doesn’t last.
Briefly, he considers rearranging a chair, but with the way the sun hits, he ultimately gestures towards the free edge of the kitchen island for her to sit on, ...
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A whole lot resting on his tongue, but between him still recovering and not quite seeing the need to voice what they both know, he stays quiet. Instead there’s a nod and something that could be an agreeing hum lacing his exhale.
He snubs the cigarette out ...
* 𝓜𝙰𝚁𝙴𝙽𝙰.@toxivoidtp
⠀ he lit a second one. she noticed it——how he hadn't even taken a sip of coffee, just stubbed out the first and immediately reached for the next. sometimes she envied him for smoking. + ⠀
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There’s a huff half surprised and half amused that falls past Chris’ lips at the eagerness, but he’s swift for his hands to find place on Leon’s waist. He brushes a small smooch against the top of his crown too.
‘𝓒𝒐𝒏𝒅𝒐𝒓 𝓞𝒏𝒆 ’ @SaudadeLullaby
Faceplants the boobs without hesitation. (Muffled tired noises.)
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... and his gaze briefly flickering to that very side. It’s not the worst area for stitches, but there’s still a significant amount of movement, alongside weight on it if she were to turn while sleeping; dried blood only irritates things further.
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... for him to have any ground; all stitches and bruises and scratches, not even a concussion. And he doesn’t not want her around, not quite, but instead just the break he knows he neither deserves nor will come.
‘Didn’t bleed either?’ he asks, head tilting ...
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Chris goes from one cigarette to the other without hitch, prompted by the awful taste of that last drag hitting the filter; he doesn’t even wash it away with coffee in favor of straight to another. It keeps his hands busy, leaves a certain distance in between them ...
* 𝓜𝙰𝚁𝙴𝙽𝙰.@toxivoidtp
⠀ leaned against the kitchen counter, feeling the cold edge of the wood press into her hip. the hot mug in her hands was the only thing keeping her grounded———chris said her name, + ⠀
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‘Hey—–’ just a soft murmur, accompanied by him holding his hand out; a silent invitation for Leon to close the distance and help himself to his chest.
‘𝓒𝒐𝒏𝒅𝒐𝒓 𝓞𝒏𝒆 ’ @SaudadeLullaby
Resting on some tiddies would fix me. (Joking, no it wouldn't, but it would give him a nice place to rest.)
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... than as little as consider it. In that regard they’re similar, perhaps too similar.
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... pending whether they would, but these days, he prefers to believe so even if only for the comfort of it. Leon wouldn’t do it. Instead, he doesn’t doubt at all that the younger would more likely knock him out and drag him ...
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‘We need to move,’ Chris says, but what he means is that he likely wouldn’t be able to continue if he rests for much longer. And while he does push off the wall, he finally pulls the medkit out of one pocket and his pack of cigarettes out of another; habitually, ...
‘𝓒𝒐𝒏𝒅𝒐𝒓 𝓞𝒏𝒆 ’ @SaudadeLullaby
Leon doesn't answer right away. Not because he didn't hear Chris, but because he did, and that slight edge in his voice, the breath catching where it shouldn't, lands heavier than anything that just collapsed on top of them. +
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