[Like swimming too far out to sea, it would be easy to get snatched up by this feeling, an insidious pull. Briefly overwhelming, more impression and sensation than anything to really hold to. A kind of guilt that seeps into his guilt, responsibility and regret and--
Merlin.
All that, and it could be worse. That was easy. Difficult only because of the familiar, and because Sirius is only just barely upright. He presses his fingertips the back of his neck anyways, a gesture that's becoming nearly habitual.]
S'all right. [A bit slurred. Sirius swallows; tries again.] I'll know better than to ask, next time.
[He lets his fingertips press down harder, pressure as distraction.]
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Merlin.
All that, and it could be worse. That was easy. Difficult only because of the familiar, and because Sirius is only just barely upright. He presses his fingertips the back of his neck anyways, a gesture that's becoming nearly habitual.]
S'all right. [A bit slurred. Sirius swallows; tries again.] I'll know better than to ask, next time.
[He lets his fingertips press down harder, pressure as distraction.]
I don't expect any of it gets any easier.