[livingmatthew] | Your muse walks back into the room, only to find my muse curled up into a ball, sound asleep. Upon further inspection, they find that my muse is hugging one of your character's belongings to their chest. What do they do? | Matthew eyed the boy for a while. Helpless to the sight, a smile curled upon his lips and he gave Adam's hair a good ruffling. "You're a good kid, y'know that?" Matthew kept his voice at a whisper, in an attempt to not wake him up. "Walt would've liked you."
{Okay, so I'm gonna put this when they're inside Wellington?}
Adam murmured quietly in his sleep, curling his arms tighter around the bloodstained jacket that had carried him to Wellington. His shoulder was wrapped in tight bandages that wound around his torso to keep them in place, and he wasn't wearing a t-shirt - instead laying by the fire in the grate to keep warm.When Matt ruffled his hair, he mumbled appreciatively and began to stir. He was a pretty light sleeper these days. "Hm... Matt, s'that you?"













