She sounds small, and young, and scared, her answer full of an uncertainty that he can feel settle in his own chest. He'd spent the last three years standing witness and guard--hoplite, hussar, dragoon, his mind supplies, unhelpfully--for the most terrible and wonderful things, and he'd never even thought of turning away. But whatever's in their bed, in the dark, whatever had dragged Alex from sleep? For a moment, Darlington's not sure it'll be any easier to understand in the light.
"Okay," he says, and does it anyway.
The lamp snaps on, the sudden flood of brightness making him blink a few times as his eyes adjust. He looks towards the bed and stills, taking in the bat on Alex's side of the bed, the red streaks already marring the white of their sheets. "How did that..." he starts, already moving around the end of the bed towards her.
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Date: 2020-06-01 09:11 pm (UTC)"Okay," he says, and does it anyway.
The lamp snaps on, the sudden flood of brightness making him blink a few times as his eyes adjust. He looks towards the bed and stills, taking in the bat on Alex's side of the bed, the red streaks already marring the white of their sheets. "How did that..." he starts, already moving around the end of the bed towards her.