We will just need to keep story straight. ( which he knows that Shane will, at least. Ilya will if he remembers.
he smiles to himself as he sits back against the couch he's resting on, out in some common area. he almost projects the words back but then he feels the wave of warmth, of heat. it's joy, it's elation. it's mirrored back in his chest with equal force if one knew where to look behind the walls of indifference he's built around himself.
then suddenly he can't feel half of it anymore. and suddenly it feels like something has been torn from him, like a physical blow. ) What the-- Shane? Did you-- Did you feel that?
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Date: 2026-02-01 04:35 am (UTC)he smiles to himself as he sits back against the couch he's resting on, out in some common area. he almost projects the words back but then he feels the wave of warmth, of heat. it's joy, it's elation. it's mirrored back in his chest with equal force if one knew where to look behind the walls of indifference he's built around himself.
then suddenly he can't feel half of it anymore. and suddenly it feels like something has been torn from him, like a physical blow. ) What the-- Shane? Did you-- Did you feel that?