[the room is of no consequence to him. something moves his body around, and the twinge in his neck occasionally tries to surface past the haze he finds himself in, but otherwise? all he knows is that Coil is here and that it feels nice.
"nice", what a dumb little word. he never uses it to describe anything, but he'd use it now. nice to be sitting, nice to know that Coil is here. in another time, a time with stronger roots in his memory, Coil was his friend. Coil wouldn't let anything bad happen to him.
he tries to move his arm. he'd like to hold him in return, welcome him in. it doesn't really work, what with the heavy disconnect between his brain and his body, so Coil may not even notice the hand that raises up... only to fall weakly against the boy's back.]
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"nice", what a dumb little word. he never uses it to describe anything, but he'd use it now. nice to be sitting, nice to know that Coil is here. in another time, a time with stronger roots in his memory, Coil was his friend. Coil wouldn't let anything bad happen to him.
he tries to move his arm. he'd like to hold him in return, welcome him in. it doesn't really work, what with the heavy disconnect between his brain and his body, so Coil may not even notice the hand that raises up... only to fall weakly against the boy's back.]