[ He thought you died. Saw you die, and it's worse than any other nightmare he can recall. The intensity of Shouto's grief has Allen shaking like a leaf as he reigns his own wildly swinging emotions in to try and soothe him, fingers carding through his hair and trying to nuzzle at the side of his face. It's alright, he's here. We're both here.
But why aren't you saying anything yet?
Anxiety rising as a familiar dread starts to settle in the pit of his stomach again, he stares between Shouto and where he's tapping at his left shoulder. Where the sleeve hangs empty beneath the bicep and his stomach churns. Horror dawning even if -- he knew, the moment he woke, the moment he went to hug Shouto... he knew at the periphery of his mind, but his mouth still goes dry as cotton. Heart rate picks up, hammering wildly. An internal scream of panic that becomes white noise as his eyes constrict to pinpoints--
No. He can't dwell on that right now. Not when you're like this.
Allen shakes his head quickly in the negative, almost violently as he scatters his own thoughts, shuddering, and reaches towards Shouto's neck. Stopping short of touching him though, hesitant, afraid he'll hurt him when he doesn't know what's wrong. ]
Why can't you talk? [ Gingerly, he touches his throat then. Very gently, trying to inspect him to see if he was hurt. His fingers are a little shaky. ]
no subject
But why aren't you saying anything yet?
Anxiety rising as a familiar dread starts to settle in the pit of his stomach again, he stares between Shouto and where he's tapping at his left shoulder. Where the sleeve hangs empty beneath the bicep and his stomach churns. Horror dawning even if -- he knew, the moment he woke, the moment he went to hug Shouto... he knew at the periphery of his mind, but his mouth still goes dry as cotton. Heart rate picks up, hammering wildly. An internal scream of panic that becomes white noise as his eyes constrict to pinpoints--
No. He can't dwell on that right now. Not when you're like this.
Allen shakes his head quickly in the negative, almost violently as he scatters his own thoughts, shuddering, and reaches towards Shouto's neck. Stopping short of touching him though, hesitant, afraid he'll hurt him when he doesn't know what's wrong. ]
Why can't you talk? [ Gingerly, he touches his throat then. Very gently, trying to inspect him to see if he was hurt. His fingers are a little shaky. ]
Does your throat hurt?