[unbeknownst to him, nehan's hands are bunched into his thick covers, as if holding onto an animal instead. but his omen is downstairs, keeping guard over the basement door, and not in nehan's lap where he's wanted. not that nehan would ever let anyone know that.]
I thought that was where my coat got to-- and my crutch, for that matter. [he sighs, trying to sit up better, but ends up sinking into the pillows, barely reclining, more laying. then he rubs the bridge of his nose with his right hand.]
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I thought that was where my coat got to-- and my crutch, for that matter. [he sighs, trying to sit up better, but ends up sinking into the pillows, barely reclining, more laying. then he rubs the bridge of his nose with his right hand.]
I need new ones. [not looking forward to that.]