[ Fuck... What a mess. What a hell of a way to come back. Watching worlds converge was one thing, getting hails from ships that both are his and yet aren't... but how and when the hell does anything bring someone back to life? And like a zombie on their own fucking grave to boot. ]
[ For the longest time, Marco just holds, and soothes, and agrees softly with each little mumble. He can feel Ace's jumbled energy breaking down. It's a relief when he slides into sleep, not for Marco's sake but for Ace's. Marco can't imagine the exhaustion. The panic. The confusion, the questions. Sleep should give him some time to settle. But he doesn't doubt it'll bring its own hell, expects the rest will be broken with nightmares. ]
[ There's no sense in going far. Marco eases Ace into his own shirt, covering the tattoo and the scars and scorch marks, and carries him to the nearest inn. Just a simple room, one bed. He's gonna hold his returned nakama while they sleep, so he can be right there when Ace inevitably wakes up in whatever awful state. ]
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Date: 2019-02-28 09:03 am (UTC)[ For the longest time, Marco just holds, and soothes, and agrees softly with each little mumble. He can feel Ace's jumbled energy breaking down. It's a relief when he slides into sleep, not for Marco's sake but for Ace's. Marco can't imagine the exhaustion. The panic. The confusion, the questions. Sleep should give him some time to settle. But he doesn't doubt it'll bring its own hell, expects the rest will be broken with nightmares. ]
[ There's no sense in going far. Marco eases Ace into his own shirt, covering the tattoo and the scars and scorch marks, and carries him to the nearest inn. Just a simple room, one bed. He's gonna hold his returned nakama while they sleep, so he can be right there when Ace inevitably wakes up in whatever awful state. ]