[ Everything hurts. Oh, there's the stabbing pain in one thigh, but that's secondary to the agony of complete, complete exhaustion in every part of him. Even lying still is too much work for his body to bear, and it's all he can to to coil in upon himself, make himself as small as possible so there's less of him to hurt.
He gives a wordless, too-high sound of acknowledgement in response to Alucard's question. What he needs is something that neither of them will ever give. He needs to be a thing instead of a person. To not matter. To not have a choice in this. To be able to see all of this as normal and right,until the aching in his bones is the way things are and not something new and worrying. He has borne all of this before for far longer, and that was what made it easier. ]
Overslept. Fucked everything up. Need to work. [ He mumbles it in that same soft, too-small voice, but makes no visible efforts to uncurl himself to actually get out of bed. ]
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He gives a wordless, too-high sound of acknowledgement in response to Alucard's question. What he needs is something that neither of them will ever give. He needs to be a thing instead of a person. To not matter. To not have a choice in this. To be able to see all of this as normal and right,until the aching in his bones is the way things are and not something new and worrying. He has borne all of this before for far longer, and that was what made it easier. ]
Overslept. Fucked everything up. Need to work. [ He mumbles it in that same soft, too-small voice, but makes no visible efforts to uncurl himself to actually get out of bed. ]