@ryuondaime : “I can’t fix it, but… I could stay with you awhile if that helps.” / concerned sentence starters , accepting !
they really had to stop meeting like this , but in their defense , they had no other time . there was now an odd sense of comfort that sat over them the later it got into the night , hours clawing into territories that said to sheol : you'll be exhausted tomorrow morning . they ignored it as much as they could . though ... when aren't they tired ? heavy bags set under their eyes , dark circles only emphasizing that this wasn't their first sleepless night this week . they would sleep , maybe consider taking a day off only to work at home . who's to say ? that's a problem to deal with several hours from now .
when sheol learned his name was beyond them . it was kind of funny , in a humourless way , how many times someone has whispered , shouted , or sneered his name . even this late , he has enemies around every corner , a statement he made towards them still haunts them as they muse upon it : do they crave danger ? is this one of the reasons they often wordlessly fall into step with him ? he brings danger , in a way , where they are unharmed ( for now ) . but this little park seems to be a little safe place . the same bench they patched up his knuckles is the one they sat at , take away container in their lap , exhaustion catching up with them to the point that their reinforced walls slip a bit while talking , " ... and , you kn —- kn —- know , that's just what happens when you li —- live when you everyone says you should've died , " an offhanded comment , continuing to shoot from the mouth in a mostly grumbled rant before abruptly pausing , shitty chopsticks moving their food instead of bringing it to their mouth . they don't crave danger . brows pin slightly , voice dropping an octave , " sorry . i shouldn't have said th —- th —- that , " a bit quieter , sheepish , trying to erase it from conversation . but too late , it's out in the air now , and sheol knows he's going to address it . it's something frustrating about him that they've picked up even from fleeting encounters : always perceptive . so why did they still feel surprise at his comment ?
he can't fix it . of course he can't , not unless he'll bury their bones next to their father . and they didn't want to ask him to fix it , anyways . for a man so roughened by the world ... sheol is amazed he remains kind - hearted . the world chewed them up and spat them back up onto a hospital bed , and they had forgotten how to be kind . how to open up . lips turn downward against their will . would it help ? gaze sets downward , avoiding it all as they tried to answer it as they slunk into themself a bit . could they be just a bit selfish ? he's offering , but guilt still plucks at their heartstrings , and they want him to occupy their time . it felt like the only break they ever had , really , was the twenty minutes it had taken them to patch his hand up . head turns only slightly to look at him —- well , really , past him . over his shoulder . " yeah , " they start , weak , " yeah , it might . " they are careless .