[It takes Ion another moment--he's not sure how long, exactly--before he's able to shake himself just enough out of the roiling emotions of the dream to realize that Sandalphon's also awake. He quickly rubs his eyes and sits up, whirling around to look at him.]
You're still...you're still here.
[It's enough to make him want to cry again. What he sees renders in his brain in groggy, disjointed thoughts. His posture, his silence, what he might have seen--what's even left?
But Ion reaches for his arm with both of his hands, wanting to hold on, wanting to make sure that he's really there, that he's not alone, that he's alive, they're alive.]
I'm...I'm so...
[Happy? Glad? No, that's such a dramatic oversimplification that he can't even say it. It's so much more than that. So much that he doesn't even have a word.]
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You're still...you're still here.
[It's enough to make him want to cry again. What he sees renders in his brain in groggy, disjointed thoughts. His posture, his silence, what he might have seen--what's even left?
But Ion reaches for his arm with both of his hands, wanting to hold on, wanting to make sure that he's really there, that he's not alone, that he's alive, they're alive.]
I'm...I'm so...
[Happy? Glad? No, that's such a dramatic oversimplification that he can't even say it. It's so much more than that. So much that he doesn't even have a word.]