Chapter 7: Warmth
He wakes up from a formless dream. His surrounding is still fairly dark as this place doesn't really have any windows to allow natural light to come in. It's not much of an issue though it does mess up with his day and night perception. A slight weight prompted him to look downward, finding a familiar grey long coat draped over him.
He doesn't know what to make of it. His sleep laden mind is
not made for this kind of convoluted mysteries. Slowly he tries to move it off
of him only to find his left hand pinned down by something else.
Or rather, held by something.
Staring at the offending hand firmly
grasping his own, he found its owner asleep beside him. Only after a while he
noticed that the glove is missing exposing the rough, jagged scar over the back
of the other's hand. From the shape of it, it looks like it have been left
there by a wild beast,-
-Or maybe, a Horror. The possibility does favour
the later, considering their job.
But still, the gesture strikes him as something odd -
he's sure it's not the kind of thing you'd readily reveal to a stranger, much
less to someone you're unsure of trusting. It feels very intimate.
(He tries not to dwell over it too much. Tries not to think
how their hands fit well together, how the other's calloused palm brush over
the scar on his own.)
He looks..peaceful when he sleeps. However, the lines of exhaustion
became more pronounced on his features.
(Blinking as he feels the sudden urge to smooth those lines
out.)
Maybe..just a little longer..
Lulled by the persistent warmth spreading from their
intertwined hands, he drifts back to sleep.
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