[Mikleo tenses suddenly, and Sorey feels it. He holds his best friend carefully, concern painting his features paler than usual.]
Mikleo? What's wrong?
[Then he's moving again, and he's fine, except-- another flashback. Sorey gently pries himself away from Mikleo's side so he can get up.]
Y-- yeah! Hold on. [Then he's sprinting into the kitchen to fill up a glass of filtered water. He brings it back in a tall mug so that it's easy to hold. And look, he even has some aspirin.] Here, take a couple of these.
[He settles in beside Mikleo again, and carefully draws his fingers through his friend's hair in a vague attempt at making him feel better.]
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Mikleo? What's wrong?
[Then he's moving again, and he's fine, except-- another flashback. Sorey gently pries himself away from Mikleo's side so he can get up.]
Y-- yeah! Hold on. [Then he's sprinting into the kitchen to fill up a glass of filtered water. He brings it back in a tall mug so that it's easy to hold. And look, he even has some aspirin.] Here, take a couple of these.
[He settles in beside Mikleo again, and carefully draws his fingers through his friend's hair in a vague attempt at making him feel better.]
... They really are flashbacks, aren't they.