Yeah, there went the poncho so he could feel her skin against his chest properly. It was warm enough in here that he didn't need it and even if it hadn't been, body heat was a wonderful thing. As he lay there, he ran a hand against her hair. Not through it. Eep's hair was pretty much a solid mass that was more likely to hold your hand hostage than let it run through it. He just kept smoothing it over, petting her head.
He was still crying a little. He couldn't help it, although it was silent, no sobs. Tears just kept dribbling out because she was okay and she was here, and also because she was here and that was not okay.
He'd never felt so torn about something in his life. He wanted her to be here more than anyone else in the universe and at the same time it was the worst thing that could've happened.
So the tears - of relief, of sorrow - kept dribbling out the corners of his face and down along his temples to the blankets.
He had to clear his throat before he spoke again. There was a lump in it that wouldn't go away.
"This place - it's not a good place. You know how Tomorrow was another world? A different one from Yesterday? This world is called 'Panem' and the people in it are - they're not good people, Eep. And they can do things that seem like magic because they're just so far along as a people. You know how we talk about all different stuff like if people could build a way to fly? Like what if people just kept building on the things people before them made to make those things better?"
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He was still crying a little. He couldn't help it, although it was silent, no sobs. Tears just kept dribbling out because she was okay and she was here, and also because she was here and that was not okay.
He'd never felt so torn about something in his life. He wanted her to be here more than anyone else in the universe and at the same time it was the worst thing that could've happened.
So the tears - of relief, of sorrow - kept dribbling out the corners of his face and down along his temples to the blankets.
He had to clear his throat before he spoke again. There was a lump in it that wouldn't go away.
"This place - it's not a good place. You know how Tomorrow was another world? A different one from Yesterday? This world is called 'Panem' and the people in it are - they're not good people, Eep. And they can do things that seem like magic because they're just so far along as a people. You know how we talk about all different stuff like if people could build a way to fly? Like what if people just kept building on the things people before them made to make those things better?"