[ it would be easier to mistake it as "better" if fear didn't have a distinct smell— one which he's currently hungry enough to be completely incapable of missing, even fighting off sleep as he is. he makes an incoherently groggy noise from where he's sitting on the floor next to the bed opposite the window, and sits up to get a look at— ]
—Yael?
[ wait fuck he's not supposed to interfere when this happens. but with the circumstances—? God fucking damnit. ]
no subject
—Yael?
[ wait fuck he's not supposed to interfere when this happens. but with the circumstances—? God fucking damnit. ]