[he shifts closer, to that shivering-flickering-nightmare, that is his friend Noah]
You're not being killed again. You're not nothing. You're still here, and I'm glad you are. And we'll figure out the next step together. [another squeeze, to that rattling hand. Magnus wishes he could touch Noah's hair, but he doesn't have any] Do you want to come out from under the couch? It's just me and you here, right now.
[Noah frowns, the scant remains of lips bending over broken teeth. He can feel the truth in Magnus’ words, and the comforting warmth of his offer, and after a moment, he lets himself seep from beneath the sofa. Evening light filters through his ragged sweater.]
I hate it. [His skeleton arms wind around himself, unnatural and eerie.] I don’t want to be this.
[he extends his arms out, for a hug. he offers them so rarely, it's a little macabre that there's no hesitation, when Noah's all bones and grim, psychic remains]
You'll be what you wanna be again, Noah. I promise.
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There's nothing to help. This is all there is. [His voice is a nervous whisper.] They gave me a body, but this is all that's inside.
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[he shifts closer, to that shivering-flickering-nightmare, that is his friend Noah]
You're not being killed again. You're not nothing. You're still here, and I'm glad you are. And we'll figure out the next step together. [another squeeze, to that rattling hand. Magnus wishes he could touch Noah's hair, but he doesn't have any] Do you want to come out from under the couch? It's just me and you here, right now.
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I hate it. [His skeleton arms wind around himself, unnatural and eerie.] I don’t want to be this.
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[he extends his arms out, for a hug. he offers them so rarely, it's a little macabre that there's no hesitation, when Noah's all bones and grim, psychic remains]
You'll be what you wanna be again, Noah. I promise.