[He doesn't ask how such a thing is possible. It's still too much like waking up in Vere, knowing he had been drugged for an entire ship voyage before. After Laurent pins his chiton back in place, he reaches up to lay his hand over one of Laurent's, breathing out slowly. He aches, and he's tired. The feeling is only now starting to catch up to him.]
When I woke without you on the sand, I feared the worst. [He admits quietly, leaning down to tuck his forehead against Laurent's soft blond hair.] That this was some new plot. Maybe it still is.
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When I woke without you on the sand, I feared the worst. [He admits quietly, leaning down to tuck his forehead against Laurent's soft blond hair.] That this was some new plot. Maybe it still is.