Relief so close, but in danger of slipping through his fingers. Gods, where has he heard that one before.
He put on his leg, but didn't grab his cane before coming upstairs; he has to brace himself on the wall too as he follows Pyotr to the couch, his limp far more pronounced than usual. "Please," he hears himself say again in a whisper. "Please."
When he sits, he hunches into a tense ball, like he's ready to spring back to his feet at the slightest provocation. It cuts quite a contrast next to Pyotr's loose-limbed slouch.
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Relief so close, but in danger of slipping through his fingers. Gods, where has he heard that one before.
He put on his leg, but didn't grab his cane before coming upstairs; he has to brace himself on the wall too as he follows Pyotr to the couch, his limp far more pronounced than usual. "Please," he hears himself say again in a whisper. "Please."
When he sits, he hunches into a tense ball, like he's ready to spring back to his feet at the slightest provocation. It cuts quite a contrast next to Pyotr's loose-limbed slouch.