Is he still breathing...?
His chest didn’t have any indication of a heartbeat, so if not for the subtle trembling that wracked him from head to toe Boyfriend would’ve just as well assumed he’d died then and there. A literal swan song. Relief settled somewhere in his chest and he shifted him more comfortably in his arms.
What should he do now? He hadn’t exactly planned on meeting anybody here, but he couldn’t just leave him...
Then he heard a laugh like a shallow wind in a deep, damp, dark cave and a hint of salt tickled Boyfriend’s nose.
“You have... a really nice voice.”
His reflection’s own voice was barely anything that could be considered a sound; hoarse and winded, the way his own would get after hours of screaming, but he could feel the vibrato of it through his ribs. He looked like him, but sounded just slightly different. Deeper. Huskier. Tired... er. And ever-so-slightly demonic.
“... Thanks. You, too.”