[help. whenever he makes mumbly sleepy commentary about 'lovely tentacles' and all, ryn is just squinting at him. the fuck. also he probably helped him clean off and change but he did leave the cat ears on him, you're welcome.
but anyway. he probably wakes up to rynlan petting his hair, which he stops the second he can tell thancred's awake, ears perking like he just heard a fucking metal gear alert noise. he wasn't doing anything. don't look at him.]
...we'll get you something, just don't go and try to get up.
[He moved so much, so many times, when he did not want to move. It is a blessing to just lie still and not move and only hurt when he has to breathe or like, thinks too hard.]
[He shakes his head, very slightly, but positioned like this it telegraphs his dissent well enough, as he mumbles: ]
For last week. M'so sorry. I hurt you.
[There's an odd tone to the way he's saying it, a sort of tired, understated urgency. Like he's not sure if he'll get another chance to, if he lets this one go by now.]
[he swallows hard, eyes shut for a moment as he shakes his head. there's something that unsettles him about the urgency, the reminder that it might in fact be the last chance he has to say it. it makes him want to hear it less.]
...don't worry about that right now. You're here.
[that's the important part. he almost did something stupid last week, but didn't. he went somewhere dangerous, and came back alive.]
[Mollified, he settles a bit, and some of that eerie urgency seeps out of him. One thing he did right, and mostly on time, rather than missing all the chances he should've said something and didn't.
Then, half-asleep: ]
I didn't notice you playing with my hair. M'far too tired to have noticed something like that.
his face might be a little purple, even with the confidence this week, but. he can take a hint. he sighs, obliging him as his fingers comb through his hair once more in a repetitive, soothing motion.]
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but anyway. he probably wakes up to rynlan petting his hair, which he stops the second he can tell thancred's awake, ears perking like he just heard a fucking metal gear alert noise. he wasn't doing anything. don't look at him.]
...we'll get you something, just don't go and try to get up.
[he'll sit on him if he must.]
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[He moved so much, so many times, when he did not want to move. It is a blessing to just lie still and not move and only hurt when he has to breathe or like, thinks too hard.]
M'sorry.
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[he gently brushes thancred's bangs away from his face, there.]
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For last week. M'so sorry. I hurt you.
[There's an odd tone to the way he's saying it, a sort of tired, understated urgency. Like he's not sure if he'll get another chance to, if he lets this one go by now.]
Didn't make it up to you enough.
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[he swallows hard, eyes shut for a moment as he shakes his head. there's something that unsettles him about the urgency, the reminder that it might in fact be the last chance he has to say it. it makes him want to hear it less.]
...don't worry about that right now. You're here.
[that's the important part. he almost did something stupid last week, but didn't. he went somewhere dangerous, and came back alive.]
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[This, too, seems important to convey. Almost pleadingly. Half-asleep, he knows how farfetched it might seem, but he tries anyway.]
Not because I risked myself. I didn't.
[Is it better or worse, discovering that none of the injuries he's sporting were ones he took that were intended for someone else?]
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[he murmurs that, soft, staying close.]
Hush, all right, you need to eat something and get some more rest.
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[Mollified, he settles a bit, and some of that eerie urgency seeps out of him. One thing he did right, and mostly on time, rather than missing all the chances he should've said something and didn't.
Then, half-asleep: ]
I didn't notice you playing with my hair. M'far too tired to have noticed something like that.
[Snooze time.]
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[void take him why is he Like This
his face might be a little purple, even with the confidence this week, but. he can take a hint. he sighs, obliging him as his fingers comb through his hair once more in a repetitive, soothing motion.]
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he's a little purple as he glances away.]