[The slam of the door makes him start (his laptop slips from his hands, slides down a loop of his coils, and flumps onto the bedsheets proper). His erratically flickering lights blink out entirely for a second or two. By the time it sinks in that it's fine, that it's Marco, the merman's arms are already around him.
He's shaking like a leaf. His heart is pounding like it's trying to burst right out of his chest. He doesn't even have the presence of mind to return the hug for a moment or two; he just leans against Marco and breathes.]
Thank you.
[It helps to know that Marco cares enough simply to be here, even if he can't really help. At least he doesn't have to face his memories alone. Haltingly he raises his arms and lets them settle around Marco's torso, hands pressed between his shoulder blades.]
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He's shaking like a leaf. His heart is pounding like it's trying to burst right out of his chest. He doesn't even have the presence of mind to return the hug for a moment or two; he just leans against Marco and breathes.]
Thank you.
[It helps to know that Marco cares enough simply to be here, even if he can't really help. At least he doesn't have to face his memories alone. Haltingly he raises his arms and lets them settle around Marco's torso, hands pressed between his shoulder blades.]