[ Hands clutch convulsively still and it might not have been exactly what he asked, but the promise seems to be enough to calm him a little. Enough that he tucks his face back against Claude's stomach once more, clinging to him tightly. Body occasionally shuddering, although whether it's from the fever or a lingering sense of dread, it's hard to tell.
Eventually, though, his eyes clenched tightly shut, he reluctantly utters the other confession. The one that had driven him to this point. ]
I keep hearing him. It. Whenever I close my eyes. I can't fall asleep.
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Eventually, though, his eyes clenched tightly shut, he reluctantly utters the other confession. The one that had driven him to this point. ]
I keep hearing him. It. Whenever I close my eyes. I can't fall asleep.
[ He always seems to be there. Waiting. ]