@neverarhyme:
" fucking child protective caps. "
She isn’t ill, and a simple scan tells him this. Strange.
He’s caring, and it’s hard wired into him, yes, though it isn’t so mechanical, so inhuman a thing -- is it? Even those of flesh and marrow-bones practice habits like strings of code. Markus knows this keenly. He feels no guilt for fretting.
“Verin,” he says, a hand coming to grasp at the bottle. There’s no real motion to yank it from her -- yet. “You don’t need any.”














