"My chair is fine, sweetheart. I'll be all right, I'm not going to black out or anything." There's still a little bit of chemical upper hanging around in his bloodstream, and it helps, though most of the drugs' powers went to use in the attic and he finds himself with very little leftover. What is there, though, keeps him just barely functioning.
Though he, too, would like them to hurry their asses up, because the sooner they're home and in bed, the sooner he's got his arms wrapped around her and she falls asleep in his arms and they've got this entire ridiculous night behind them, the better. He keeps thinking about how nice it will be to just hold her to his heart while they fall asleep.
That's love, he thinks. Just wanting desperately to hold her, breathe her in. Fucking, talking, existing are all secondary things; he's hyperfocused on how good it will feel to have all that soft, warm flesh in his arms, the mattress beneath them, the blankets around them.
When she returns to the room, he sits up and scoots his chair nearer to her seat, placing his hand upon her good one and leaning over to kiss the temple of her forehead. "We should swipe those x-rays and make a lampshade or stained glass window sort of thing out of them. Excellent Halloween decorations."
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Date: 2013-01-10 03:35 pm (UTC)Though he, too, would like them to hurry their asses up, because the sooner they're home and in bed, the sooner he's got his arms wrapped around her and she falls asleep in his arms and they've got this entire ridiculous night behind them, the better. He keeps thinking about how nice it will be to just hold her to his heart while they fall asleep.
That's love, he thinks. Just wanting desperately to hold her, breathe her in. Fucking, talking, existing are all secondary things; he's hyperfocused on how good it will feel to have all that soft, warm flesh in his arms, the mattress beneath them, the blankets around them.
When she returns to the room, he sits up and scoots his chair nearer to her seat, placing his hand upon her good one and leaning over to kiss the temple of her forehead. "We should swipe those x-rays and make a lampshade or stained glass window sort of thing out of them. Excellent Halloween decorations."