( The moment fingertips brush his neck, the moment a hand tightens around his shoulder, it brings with it a flood of soothing so sudden his knees almost go weak. Balm on a burn, easing the pain not only where his skin is irritated, but deeper. He nearly sags into Kyle's grip, swaying in place until his legs lock properly again.
It's a nice, light hit of morphine, and fuck he's tired. )
Yeah. I mean- no. I don't know, it feels... kind of better now, for some reason.
( His voice drops in volume to something quiet, hardly above a whisper — in part from that exhaustion and the part of his brain suggesting he might actually be able to sleep about it here, but mainly from some weird... inexplicable instinct to lower his voice to match the gentleness of the touch. )
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It's a nice, light hit of morphine, and fuck he's tired. )
Yeah. I mean- no. I don't know, it feels... kind of better now, for some reason.
( His voice drops in volume to something quiet, hardly above a whisper — in part from that exhaustion and the part of his brain suggesting he might actually be able to sleep about it here, but mainly from some weird... inexplicable instinct to lower his voice to match the gentleness of the touch. )