We're fine, [Sorey echoes, even if the trembling and bruises imply that they are anything but. They'll be fine, at least. They survived the first week and they'll survive another, and another, and return home once again.
Sorey gently frames Mikleo's cheeks with his fingers. He takes a moment just to watch his eyes and his face. Their familiarity is a comfort.]
I missed you too.
[His voice feels rough, but he forges on. That kiss nearly devastated him.]
Come on.
[He drops his backpack to the floor and takes Mikleo's hands in his. It's a short trip to the bed, which is where Sorey flops down and drags Mikleo on top of him. It's not meant to be sexy or rough or playful; he just wants to hold Mikleo as tight as possible. They need the contact. And maybe his own fearful heartbeat will settle down eventually.]
action;
Sorey gently frames Mikleo's cheeks with his fingers. He takes a moment just to watch his eyes and his face. Their familiarity is a comfort.]
I missed you too.
[His voice feels rough, but he forges on. That kiss nearly devastated him.]
Come on.
[He drops his backpack to the floor and takes Mikleo's hands in his. It's a short trip to the bed, which is where Sorey flops down and drags Mikleo on top of him. It's not meant to be sexy or rough or playful; he just wants to hold Mikleo as tight as possible. They need the contact. And maybe his own fearful heartbeat will settle down eventually.]