[Stephen folds into him, enfolds him, and Takeshi can barely feel it. All the contact and warmth that Stephen is giving him feels removed, distant, his body more numb than the drink or drugs had managed over the past day.
His arms raise, slow, automatic, hands resting on Stephen's sides. The heat of his body, the rise and fall of his ribcage under Takeshi's palms, all of it dull and detached.]
She told me she had Quell. [As if he'd broken a dam, the rest pouring forth without thought into the small space between him and Stephen.] She'd saved her. Hidden her somewhere.
[The true extent of what he'd done, pulling that trigger.]
no subject
His arms raise, slow, automatic, hands resting on Stephen's sides. The heat of his body, the rise and fall of his ribcage under Takeshi's palms, all of it dull and detached.]
She told me she had Quell. [As if he'd broken a dam, the rest pouring forth without thought into the small space between him and Stephen.] She'd saved her. Hidden her somewhere.
[The true extent of what he'd done, pulling that trigger.]
She'd take me to her, if I let her go.