➝ Feel mine’s heartbeat
Yeah, it still works like a normal person’s. Sort of.
Sarkis is pretty sure his heartbeat is going a mile a minute and sounds more like a soft buzz than a steady thump-a-thump. He’s running mostly on disgusting amounts of caffeine and a horrifically small amount of sleep, and he’s pretty sure everything is spinning on purpose. Except Oliver. Oliver is safe.
He clutches Oliver’s hand on his chest and leans into his boyfriend, sighing on a wheeze, trembling fingers squeezing the other’s weakly.
I think it’s -- I’m maybe a little tired. And wired. Just stay really still for a few more minutes, please.