He feels his body, cooler than his legs in the spring; he feels his back, cured mostly of the sharp sensation of pain every time he breathes. He feels Barrett's hand, broader and warmer than his own. He considers that it probably still hurts, for Barrett, because he sat down to help him first. Mithrun couldn't have - wouldn't have - gotten all those out alone, even if he could've reached them.
Barrett is frustrating. Tylor is, Hani is; even Sinclair, and Oria. But Barrett is - someone who looks after people when he needs help himself. He doesn't need to sit here and try to counsel Mithrun through this - the same way he didn't need to carry Mithrun through the carnival the first time they met. It's easier, in all ways, to let go.
Mithrun's simmering. But it's for these reasons that he doesn't snap at him, irrational.
So, he closes his eyes, and turns his face only somewhat away. He repeats, in turn, his voice softer than he'd like: )
cw: oblique suicidal ideation
He feels his body, cooler than his legs in the spring; he feels his back, cured mostly of the sharp sensation of pain every time he breathes. He feels Barrett's hand, broader and warmer than his own. He considers that it probably still hurts, for Barrett, because he sat down to help him first. Mithrun couldn't have - wouldn't have - gotten all those out alone, even if he could've reached them.
Barrett is frustrating. Tylor is, Hani is; even Sinclair, and Oria. But Barrett is - someone who looks after people when he needs help himself. He doesn't need to sit here and try to counsel Mithrun through this - the same way he didn't need to carry Mithrun through the carnival the first time they met. It's easier, in all ways, to let go.
Mithrun's simmering. But it's for these reasons that he doesn't snap at him, irrational.
So, he closes his eyes, and turns his face only somewhat away. He repeats, in turn, his voice softer than he'd like: )
... What else is there?