[ even through the layers of the disguise, he can feel the connection between himself and shiro. it thrums, it needs. newly reawoken as he is, he seeks the company of his own broodmates and still loathes the comfort he feels. ]
(What have I ever blamed you for?)
[ shiro takes his hand, and he permits it - folding his fingers around it. a simple, casual touch. even through cloth, it's grounding. ]
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( What have I ever blamed you for? )
[ shiro takes his hand, and he permits it - folding his fingers around it. a simple, casual touch. even through cloth, it's grounding. ]
( You seem to have found a measure of peace -- )