It is warm. It is nice. It is entirely odd to have this piece of his soul gently complimented and offered up without protest or demand.
"--it's-- mine."
He doesn't mean to snatch at the skin, with the young man offering it so earnestly, but he doesn't quite manage. Horatio needs a heartbeat to simply hold his skin, after all, to feel its weight in his hands again, almost cwtched in against himself until the return is real.
Then it can be shoved properly deep into his sack, attention stuck back on the man who had handed him back to himself. "--thank you."
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Date: 2018-01-31 09:25 pm (UTC)"--it's-- mine."
He doesn't mean to snatch at the skin, with the young man offering it so earnestly, but he doesn't quite manage. Horatio needs a heartbeat to simply hold his skin, after all, to feel its weight in his hands again, almost cwtched in against himself until the return is real.
Then it can be shoved properly deep into his sack, attention stuck back on the man who had handed him back to himself. "--thank you."