[ Interrupting, before she goes off on her own clip. He feels it. Distantly, like an echo, and then closer, like a pulse. His pulse. Despair, guilt, shock. All familiar animals. Nathan's first reaction is to let go— sever the connection. Doesn't feel right, sitting front and center at her own private horror show, being privy to the flood of feelings that feel more like his own than hers.
Instead, his touch cements. Just a little. Thumb finds the dip behind Kyna's ear, cradling her skull in a way that's altogether different from moments ago. He keeps her still — keeps her looking at him, anchored, so he can look directly back. ]
I'm fine.
[ Firm, flat. Wholly honest, even if it isn't wholly true, considering his fucking arm is bleeding. The adrenaline's fading, and the pain's coming back in stark relief. She's trembling. His hand drops down to her covered shoulder as he frowns, intently studying her face. ]
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[ Interrupting, before she goes off on her own clip. He feels it. Distantly, like an echo, and then closer, like a pulse. His pulse. Despair, guilt, shock. All familiar animals. Nathan's first reaction is to let go— sever the connection. Doesn't feel right, sitting front and center at her own private horror show, being privy to the flood of feelings that feel more like his own than hers.
Instead, his touch cements. Just a little. Thumb finds the dip behind Kyna's ear, cradling her skull in a way that's altogether different from moments ago. He keeps her still — keeps her looking at him, anchored, so he can look directly back. ]
I'm fine.
[ Firm, flat. Wholly honest, even if it isn't wholly true, considering his fucking arm is bleeding. The adrenaline's fading, and the pain's coming back in stark relief. She's trembling. His hand drops down to her covered shoulder as he frowns, intently studying her face. ]
Are you?