[His first instinct is to say, I don't know. But he tries doing what Cy has already taught him once before by breathing, even if the count is sloppy, less careful in the swollen state of that sudden and unexpected emotionality.]
Don't leave. [Which maybe isn't even what Cy meant, butβit's what comes out of his mouth when he hears that. "Physical space." As if he'll turn and Cy will be gone from the room in a wispy, malevolent crackle of energy. The hand fastened over those fingers doesn't ease; its grip only seems tighter, desperate.] ... Your voice. I want to hear it.
[It's okay if Cy talks. It might even be better to listen to its drawling cadence as he unravels whatever it is he's just felt, this painful blockage in his chest.]
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Date: 2024-01-17 04:28 am (UTC)Don't leave. [Which maybe isn't even what Cy meant, butβit's what comes out of his mouth when he hears that. "Physical space." As if he'll turn and Cy will be gone from the room in a wispy, malevolent crackle of energy. The hand fastened over those fingers doesn't ease; its grip only seems tighter, desperate.] ... Your voice. I want to hear it.
[It's okay if Cy talks. It might even be better to listen to its drawling cadence as he unravels whatever it is he's just felt, this painful blockage in his chest.]