[ There's so much subtext in those words. Any fool can guess there's something more to it, something fucked up and fraught she's not telling him. But Hei doesn't ask. All the signs of her exhaustion are clear enough, and he knows all about restless sleep, about nights riven with terrors. He's had them so often now, in such magnitude, that he no longer considers them aberrations. When the worst ones come, the only cure is either strong drink or hot skin. ]
[ His face, while expressionless, is edged with something like understanding. He knows what it's like, at least, to feel pincered in every direction. Desperate for an exit hatch -- or, denied that, a brief lull of respite. ]
So you called me. Don't you think Nyquil would've worked better?
[ It's dry, but not unkind. His gaze, fixing on her, is clear-eyed, lit with a quiet warmth -- or at least a facsimile of it. ]
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Date: 2014-11-08 01:33 am (UTC)[ There's so much subtext in those words. Any fool can guess there's something more to it, something fucked up and fraught she's not telling him. But Hei doesn't ask. All the signs of her exhaustion are clear enough, and he knows all about restless sleep, about nights riven with terrors. He's had them so often now, in such magnitude, that he no longer considers them aberrations. When the worst ones come, the only cure is either strong drink or hot skin. ]
[ His face, while expressionless, is edged with something like understanding. He knows what it's like, at least, to feel pincered in every direction. Desperate for an exit hatch -- or, denied that, a brief lull of respite. ]
So you called me. Don't you think Nyquil would've worked better?
[ It's dry, but not unkind. His gaze, fixing on her, is clear-eyed, lit with a quiet warmth -- or at least a facsimile of it. ]