@topmarks cont.
It was hard to grasp and at the same time so very easy to lose himself in a feeling of empathy. With the galaxy at war once’s very existence was in constant danger always something that could end before it truly started. - And even with everything he had survived, even with the intention to stay inside and safe, nothing was guaranteed. Anyone could be lost at any moment. So he took her hand - still at a loss for words, surely sooner or later something would come to him - and pulled it away from her jacket.
The immobilizing feeling of inability married to uselessness came without a warning. All of a sudden dread settled in as he finally understood how hard the other one had been affected by what had happened. He had only wanted to help, wanted to get smooth those furrowed brows out and make her laugh again. ❝ Bbbh bhut but yo you can’t change that - not now. Nhh not anymore. ❞
Heartbeats passed as time felt so endlessly slow. Fergus should’ve let go of her hand already but it was warm, something to focus on as he drew comfort from but a simple touch. ❝ Th they wwwwwh wh - dh didn’t want you to - to ruin your jacket over them. ❞ A light attempt of humor, it could’ve been better but so far still nothing else came to mind. Each word had carelessly fallen from his tongue it was more like his heart improvised while Fergus made a fool out of himself. ❝ Caaah Can’t have yhh you , can’t have you get lost in the past. ❞