If they live that long, Horatio is already certain it might be a comfort to wake up and burrow in close against the crook of James's neck. If they live that long, he can imagine dispelling nightmares by hiding against the warm scent that clung to James's skin beneath the sweat and dirt and copper of blood.
For now, it helps to have a few minutes to reboot his brain--to remember why he is where he is, who he's sitting across from; how Jack Simpson can't hurt him anymore.
Horatio waits until he's certain of his voice before he lets himself whisper into the space between them. "...s... s-sorry. I'm...."
He shouldn't say it if it's not true. He takes another breath to be certain.
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Date: 2017-09-15 12:01 am (UTC)For now, it helps to have a few minutes to reboot his brain--to remember why he is where he is, who he's sitting across from; how Jack Simpson can't hurt him anymore.
Horatio waits until he's certain of his voice before he lets himself whisper into the space between them. "...s... s-sorry. I'm...."
He shouldn't say it if it's not true. He takes another breath to be certain.
"I-I'm okay. Are-- A-are you?"