[ The laughter startles him, still naked but now wrapped in the blanket (so warm, like when he's sleeping with Flynn at night, their limbs tangled together, Flynn's body warm, so warm against his). He looks up and a smile just touches his lips when Flynn comes in the room. He's tired, or else he'd be better at putting on a face about all of this. ]
What, you thought I'd be changed or something?
[ It's a joke, but, well.
Maybe he should be.
The smile falters when his eyes meet Flynn's. He wishes he were better at pretending right now. Pretending like everything that happened wasn't horrible, wasn't awful, wasn't a painful experience to go through, physically, emotionally, mentally.
He takes a shaky breath and looks down at Repede, curled by next to him on the bed ]
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What, you thought I'd be changed or something?
[ It's a joke, but, well.
Maybe he should be.
The smile falters when his eyes meet Flynn's. He wishes he were better at pretending right now. Pretending like everything that happened wasn't horrible, wasn't awful, wasn't a painful experience to go through, physically, emotionally, mentally.
He takes a shaky breath and looks down at Repede, curled by next to him on the bed ]