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“Keep your hands off my things..” Says the looming, glaring doctor.
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Nights are rough when they share a bed; pressed close, wrapped in shadow, they share exhales and nightmares as they sleep. Tonight is Delsin’s night, eyes opening with a quiet gasp as he pulls himself up, his hands shaking as he chokes down sobs. Immediately Lara is by his side, massaging his neck with reassuring fingers to get him to calm down. After awhile he does, and finally he slumps into her arms with a silent sigh.
Pressing weak kisses to the conduit’s neck in apology, he stops shaking long enough to pull himself up and catch her in a kiss on the lips. This was his apology, his reassurance that he would be better, because they didn’t deserve the demons the other had, even if in the end they all played so well together.
"I'd rather sleep on a table than a floor, since lying in bed with you is a bit too forward." She mused.
"Would you like to lay your head down next to me, darling?" He smirked, brushing some hair out of her face, watching her wince and look away, afraid that he’d hurt her instead.
"Can I not sleep with the dog tonight...?"
He figured that she’d want to sleep with the dog, some sort of comfort of having a warm body on the nights he figured or rendered her useless to him. But then again the cold corner in the room on a cement floor for when she needed to be punished was far from anything close to comfort. “And where do you suppose you’ll be sleeping?”
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He was better off taking the taxi anyways, driving around by himself, without anybody to look out for IEDs was too much of a distraction. Having nearly have caused an accident only two days ago keeping his eyes on the side of the road instead of what was in front of him. Therapy was... it wasn't helping. He was torn from sleep every single fucking night by night terrors, loud sounds and thunderstorms set him off. Shaking, waiting for the entire building to shake, the threatening rumble that reminded him that he could die any second now. His CO could run into the room and tell him to get the fuck out, or he could be too late and-- no, this wasn't what he wanted to be thinking about.
He was headed to a mandated piano lesson, sure the young man enjoyed music, not the things the rest of his company was interested in, but they didn't really bother him too much. Other than calling him Dandy Boy and mocking him with light hearted references to "Leave it to Beaver". He didn't mind, because he knew when it came down to it, they'd lay their lives on the line for him like he would for them. But the sacrifices they made for him... made him feel empty.
Numb.
And yet angry at the same time.
it's all my fault
The stale scent of cigarette smoke make it hard to breathe, the no smoking sign was only there for show, there wasn't any enforcement behind it. Eddie sighed as he rolled down the window and tried to take a breath of fresh air. "How much longer?" He asked him, only receiving a grunt in reply.
Fuck it. He didn't care.
He really didn't.
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