[Blade tugs at the bottom of his shirt, wondering when his shirt got so small...? Maybe he's been gaining weight... but that's not important.]
Is that okay? [He hesitates.] I could ask someone to run errands for us.
[He pours himself some water and drains it, surprising himself. He didn't realize how thirsty he was, but it's been... a Week. When he's finished, he wiggles his way under the covers and turns to look at Dan Heng. There are fifty or so questions he wants to ask, but all he can do is stare.
After a moment, he reaches up and gently touches Dan Heng's cheek, his temple, traces his ear.]
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Is that okay? [He hesitates.] I could ask someone to run errands for us.
[He pours himself some water and drains it, surprising himself. He didn't realize how thirsty he was, but it's been... a Week. When he's finished, he wiggles his way under the covers and turns to look at Dan Heng. There are fifty or so questions he wants to ask, but all he can do is stare.
After a moment, he reaches up and gently touches Dan Heng's cheek, his temple, traces his ear.]
... This is real.
[Yes, dumbass.]