[there's a little reluctance to let him do any of that, but Martin relents, chewing on the inside of his lip and staring hard past him, brow knit. the sounds draw his attention back, and he's quick to move and reach, unflinching at the cold fingers.
he sinks to his knees and scoots close, dropping his forehead against Koltira's hand. it actually feels better, compared to how heavy and achy and warm he feels alone.
thickly:] I don't know what to do. [swallowing.] I don't know...how to feel, I. [muting himself, shoulders stiffening.]
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he sinks to his knees and scoots close, dropping his forehead against Koltira's hand. it actually feels better, compared to how heavy and achy and warm he feels alone.
thickly:] I don't know what to do. [swallowing.] I don't know...how to feel, I. [muting himself, shoulders stiffening.]