[ red offers silence, even as green rolls over, groaning in pain. he appreciates the noise, even if it's not words of comfort. it's quiet around, too quiet, in the aftermath of the war. red makes no noise, but instead a small gesture to nestle into green's frame, barely lining up their backs.
silence, once more, in contrast to the erratic thumps inside his chest, and the throbbing inside his head. thinking hurts, moving hurts, and the ache never quite stops. if he speaks, he knows green will hear it, so red offers silence and the shallow sounds of his own breathing, synchronous with the (ex)-scientist's.
die
silence, once more, in contrast to the erratic thumps inside his chest, and the throbbing inside his head. thinking hurts, moving hurts, and the ache never quite stops. if he speaks, he knows green will hear it, so red offers silence and the shallow sounds of his own breathing, synchronous with the (ex)-scientist's.
how long? ]