[ Slowly, his hand lifts up to cradle the back of Leo's skull. It's a familiar position, in this life, in the last one, in the one before it, he's sure. But right now, it's something that he would've wanted when he was first presented with this same situation. A scary shadow looming over everything, and your loved one the only bright spot. ]
She'll be okay. [ Is it a white lie to reassure him? Who knows. He hopes that his baba was a lover of a god. He hopes Leo doesn't face the same pain he did. ]
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She'll be okay. [ Is it a white lie to reassure him? Who knows. He hopes that his baba was a lover of a god. He hopes Leo doesn't face the same pain he did. ]
It's like a little kid. Old people get tired.