#* skylar

~flashback

At first, he wasn’t all too certain of what she’d said, blinking eyes almost entirely out of focus until she was close enough that he could make out the slender line of her neck with his fingertips. Static, and the ultimate thrill of being in the wrong spread like wildfire beneath the numbing feeling that so often cloaked the world after pulling one too many doubles. “I don’t know, two..- three days ago?” his purchase fell to her waist and as if his every touch didn’t seek to overwrite anything once left behind by his brother, Zane pulled her down onto his lap as he sought the comfort of her couch. It wasn’t often that the day left him sinking in the ever familiar feeling that blood, death and loss left behind - an echo of his service, dredged up beneath the string of incidents that kept him late at work. The soft familiarity of Skylar as his forehead fell against her shoulder, perhaps now, more welcoming than the promise of sleep - of nightmares and cold sweats that wouldn’t leave him rest through the night. “I don’t want to sleep just yet.”