❝You're going to catch a cold.❞ Saying his tone was nervous is an understatement. Desire was hot-headed, ready to start a war because Ren opened his mouth and although he was used to it by now, it didn't sting any less. Yet Restraint still worried, cared and without thinking twice he put his jacket around the other's shoulders. He'll deal with the downfall later.
the rain had stopped moments after he woke up from his nap , jerked awake by the deahtly scenery painted in his dreams. it would be a place to thrive in , if it didn’t make him so sick when remembering his death , if the voices didn’t blame him. still half asleep , heartbeat racing wildly in his chest , he made his way to the veranda , ignoring ren who was standing on the chair. after opening the door , he inhaled deeply , closing his eyes then leaning on the railings , resting his head in his hands.
minutes of silence passed him by , or maybe the world was deafened by the burdens of his heart , until ren’s voice caught his attention. [ DESIRE ] did not mind the cold air on his exposed skin. the t-shirt and summer shorts did little to warm him up , but the fresh after rain breeze comforted him. the jacket is welcomed , however. sly doesn’t move , gaze focused on the ground. the nightmares drained him of energy , his fighting spirit heavily diminished under the haunting voices screaming for help still echoing in his ears. ‘ thanks. ’ a quiet mutter , voice soft , too soft for his liking.