It would be nice to stay like this. Nicer than the past few weeks have been, better than the cramped sleeping and the cold weather that found ways to trap itself inside his clothes. If only they could sleep, and this would be it. No more having to think about the next day, or anything. He's tired, thinks about telling Inigo, I came to see you--but that's not a subject for now.
Nor is that urge, small as it is, to let Inigo know - I didn't wanna die. But that's a weight to that that he doesn't want to burden either of them with. As positive as it might be, it's no less bitter.
Dad...
He looses his side of the embrace some, but only some; drawing his arms so to loosen his shoulders, to move his head. Nice as it would be to hug on and on, Inigo really would be okay with them doing that, wouldn't he? But this heavy mood that comes with it...he doesn't want to keep in it. While he's at least like this, for however long it'll last...
"Do you have anything you wanted to do? Anyone...you wanted to see?"
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Nor is that urge, small as it is, to let Inigo know - I didn't wanna die. But that's a weight to that that he doesn't want to burden either of them with. As positive as it might be, it's no less bitter.
Dad...
He looses his side of the embrace some, but only some; drawing his arms so to loosen his shoulders, to move his head. Nice as it would be to hug on and on, Inigo really would be okay with them doing that, wouldn't he? But this heavy mood that comes with it...he doesn't want to keep in it. While he's at least like this, for however long it'll last...
"Do you have anything you wanted to do? Anyone...you wanted to see?"