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[withintenfeet]

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[withintenfeet]

"Point taken." His hand rises, a little, to cover and steady Kahl's. "And no, you're not. I don't - there's nowhere I need to be."

[takestime]

"Okay," Kahl croaks. His arms ache; when he reaches with divine will to tug the blanket up a little farther he feels like his whole soul aches. He's going back to sleep.

[withintenfeet]

Maybe it's because he was still in his twenties a few minutes ago, but Zerxus feels an indulgent smile tug at his lips. There are - so many ways in which this is nothing like a kid collapsing onto their dad after a horrible few days.

But it's close enough that he knows what to do; that it's easy, to curl his arm back around Kahl, sturdy and safe, as he lets his mind drift.