[Sorey didn't even notice the ache at the back of his head until Lailah's healing arte washes it away. Must've been when he was tackled.
Mikleo backing off should be a good sign, but all Sorey wants to do is follow after him. They've been nearly inseparable ever since he came back, almost always within arm's reach whenever Sorey was in the room and whenever he left, he checked his comm for messages obsessively. It's surprisingly not unusual; whenever one of them was feeling down (or sick, in Sorey's case), they were never very far from each other.
This is just- just more of the same. It's more of the same. If he tells himself that instead of fixating on how Mikleo must be remembering what it was like to be a dragon, with Sorey ordering him near and far, burn this, destroy that, Mikleo, it's all right, I've got you-
Sorey shakes his head hard and pushes himself up on his elbows, pushing back until his own back hits the wall and dragging his legs up to hug them and keep himself from scrambling over to Mikleo. Let Lailah handle it. Let her calm him down. He'll only make things worse-]
-for now, just for now, [Sorey whispers to himself. Don't fall back into that hole. It's his duty to stay pure, now more than ever. Keep a grip on himself, don't deny his feelings but don't wallow in them. Mikleo needs him to be strong and steady. Mikleo needs him.
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Mikleo backing off should be a good sign, but all Sorey wants to do is follow after him. They've been nearly inseparable ever since he came back, almost always within arm's reach whenever Sorey was in the room and whenever he left, he checked his comm for messages obsessively. It's surprisingly not unusual; whenever one of them was feeling down (or sick, in Sorey's case), they were never very far from each other.
This is just- just more of the same. It's more of the same. If he tells himself that instead of fixating on how Mikleo must be remembering what it was like to be a dragon, with Sorey ordering him near and far, burn this, destroy that, Mikleo, it's all right, I've got you-
Sorey shakes his head hard and pushes himself up on his elbows, pushing back until his own back hits the wall and dragging his legs up to hug them and keep himself from scrambling over to Mikleo. Let Lailah handle it. Let her calm him down. He'll only make things worse-]
-for now, just for now, [Sorey whispers to himself. Don't fall back into that hole. It's his duty to stay pure, now more than ever. Keep a grip on himself, don't deny his feelings but don't wallow in them. Mikleo needs him to be strong and steady. Mikleo needs him.
Mikleo needs me.]