@frfld said: you really do look kind of dead.
‘ YEAH? WELL, I FEEL KIND OF DEAD. ‘ marauder slouches in rickety chair, sighing as tense muscles are finally allowed to rest ( even if only for a moment ). tired eyes lift to watch as dwight flits about, gathering bandages and sutures, and even through the fog of exhaustion there is still a certain warmth that seems to be reserved for their favorite researcher. ‘ i’m clear, though, ‘ he adds, catching the way dwight’s brows furrow, ‘ just . . . tired. ‘
when’s the last time you’ve truly relaxed? the nights are restless, spent either obtaining samples or tossing and turning as strange dreams come and go. vigo had given him a sedative before, concerned that exhaustion would make him careless, though it did little more than worsen the bizarre, lucid nightmares that plagued him. jake blinks back into himself as dwight begins to carefully swab the shallow gash in marauder’s shoulder. almost instinctively, jake leans into the touch, eyes closing for just a moment. ‘ she barely grazed me, ‘ he says, ‘ guess she’s not a very good shot. ‘ not so! many of those hatchets had come a bit too close for comfort, though dwight doesn’t need to know that.
a beat. two. jake doesn’t flinch at the burn of antiseptic, the bite of needle meeting flesh. ‘ thank you, ‘ he breathes. ‘ i know you’re busy, it’s just . . . ‘ you’re the only one i can stand being near, sometimes. if anyone else touches me right now i’ll lose my mind. ‘ . . . i dunno. just- thank you. ‘
