They should both rest and deal with this after the dust has settled. That has always been the way to go, for Irahl, if leaving before the dust has settled isn't an option.
The relief of them both being allowed to rest begins to change fairly quickly, however. While he lays there wondering if Vincent will be able to sleep, the feeling shifts toward quietly and desperately hoping that he does, because that sunken feeling in Irahl's chest gets worse almost as soon as the silence settles.
A few minutes in, and the feeling of internal collapse becomes the feeling of compression. It's like he's slowly caving in until there isn't enough room for his heart and lungs to fit and fill properly. He doesn't need a lot of air, but there in the stillness of the room, he feels like he's running out of it anyway.
Whether or not Vincent has miraculously fallen asleep by that point, Irahl eventually levers himself up as unobtrusively as he can until he's sitting on the edge of the bed.
He should go somewhere. He wants to go somewhere. But his head is pounding and his chest is tight and he's basically in his underwear and there's nowhere to go anyway.
So, he props whatever part of his face hurts the least down on the heel of his hand, sits there, and just breathes for a minute.]
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They should both rest and deal with this after the dust has settled. That has always been the way to go, for Irahl, if leaving before the dust has settled isn't an option.
The relief of them both being allowed to rest begins to change fairly quickly, however. While he lays there wondering if Vincent will be able to sleep, the feeling shifts toward quietly and desperately hoping that he does, because that sunken feeling in Irahl's chest gets worse almost as soon as the silence settles.
A few minutes in, and the feeling of internal collapse becomes the feeling of compression. It's like he's slowly caving in until there isn't enough room for his heart and lungs to fit and fill properly. He doesn't need a lot of air, but there in the stillness of the room, he feels like he's running out of it anyway.
Whether or not Vincent has miraculously fallen asleep by that point, Irahl eventually levers himself up as unobtrusively as he can until he's sitting on the edge of the bed.
He should go somewhere. He wants to go somewhere. But his head is pounding and his chest is tight and he's basically in his underwear and there's nowhere to go anyway.
So, he props whatever part of his face hurts the least down on the heel of his hand, sits there, and just breathes for a minute.]