Ziggy nods slightly to the comments about his father. He had felt him leave the room earlier.
His eyes focus on Rondo while he's sitting up. They're red and puffy. His hair probably a mess too but he can't think about any of that like he usually would. He shakes off the offer again. "Not for weeks."
Maybe sooner with all the crying but his constitution would be enough for awhile. He was afraid he might vomit if he drank anything. Moving was close enough to feeling that way already.
The hands feel nice and he leans into them. His telepathy opening like he's about to speak and then just shuts down. He's perplexed for a moment, even through the pain and exhaustion.
"Snakes in your shirt?" He's so confused but also exhausted beyond belief. He pulls away to lay down if only because he has to or fall over. He reaches out for Rondo but his mind is still so confused. "Snakes?"
It's not making sense to him. The emotional drain partially at fault but also the sentence was so incongruous. Eventually, he says something else but in his telepathic sounds the question about the snakes is still lingering.
"Lay down with me." All the usual flirt and spunk are absent from the request. He's more needy than anything else, more like a child even at this moment than he usually is.
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His eyes focus on Rondo while he's sitting up. They're red and puffy. His hair probably a mess too but he can't think about any of that like he usually would. He shakes off the offer again. "Not for weeks."
Maybe sooner with all the crying but his constitution would be enough for awhile. He was afraid he might vomit if he drank anything. Moving was close enough to feeling that way already.
The hands feel nice and he leans into them. His telepathy opening like he's about to speak and then just shuts down. He's perplexed for a moment, even through the pain and exhaustion.
"Snakes in your shirt?" He's so confused but also exhausted beyond belief. He pulls away to lay down if only because he has to or fall over. He reaches out for Rondo but his mind is still so confused. "Snakes?"
It's not making sense to him. The emotional drain partially at fault but also the sentence was so incongruous. Eventually, he says something else but in his telepathic sounds the question about the snakes is still lingering.
"Lay down with me." All the usual flirt and spunk are absent from the request. He's more needy than anything else, more like a child even at this moment than he usually is.