[ Said with relief, not accusation. Perhaps he could collect himself and break through the curse now, but part of him doesn't want to. He's here with John, getting him to talk about the things they've been keeping unspoken for half a century. If it's an illusion, then fuck reality. ]
Oh, but that can't be comfortable. [ Sitting there pressed up against a tree, he means. ] Do you want to get up?
[ He leans back, but he doesn't pull his hands away, and he doesn't rise on his own. If John gets up, he'll follow. If not, he'll stay down. ]
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[ Said with relief, not accusation. Perhaps he could collect himself and break through the curse now, but part of him doesn't want to. He's here with John, getting him to talk about the things they've been keeping unspoken for half a century. If it's an illusion, then fuck reality. ]
Oh, but that can't be comfortable. [ Sitting there pressed up against a tree, he means. ] Do you want to get up?
[ He leans back, but he doesn't pull his hands away, and he doesn't rise on his own. If John gets up, he'll follow. If not, he'll stay down. ]