#meerabattula

there's a pulsing headache behind his eyelids. his bones ache, as if he exercised for hours on end, and now, he cannot sleep. he also knows that he will be unable to. no matter how exhausted he is after the events of tonight, no matter how much he wishes to just close his eyes and disappear — kamon knows it won't happen. instead, he quietly finds his way to the secondary kitchen. he wasn't one of the wards who had to often do chores, misbehaving was hardly part of his book — though he wants to be here, nonetheless. he sees the back of meera's frame, and makes his way towards them, pushing his sleeves back, standing hip to hip, staring at the dishes in front of them both. "i'll help." no question, simply a statement. they don't like him doing things for the sake of pleasing others, being a pushover more often than not. he tries, does his best and in this very instance — pleasing her isn't at the forefront of his mind. "and before you say something — i want to wash the dishes. i need a... menial task." he doesn't say it's to get his mind off of something, but he knows they will be able to tell. of course, there is the sense of wanting to keep them company —- though it's still through the same impulse: to get his mind off of things. as impossible as it might be. "two heads are better than one. or well- four hands are better than two."