[ He sets the soap to one side and slides his hand up along John's arm to lace their fingers together, staring at the picture that makes, brown skin on white. ] Water might get cold, though.
[ Poe looks down at John's face, almost startlingly close, and kisses the man's nose. ] Weird how?
[ His mind goes to John crying out on the bed, bucking and thrashing, tears on his face, and Poe shifts so he can press his forehead to John's shoulder, bringing their linked hands down so he can wrap his arm (and John's) around the man's stomach.
He's only heard people calling his name like that before when there's nothing he can do to save them. Holding John, holding him close and letting him drift, is like a benediction. ]
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[ He sets the soap to one side and slides his hand up along John's arm to lace their fingers together, staring at the picture that makes, brown skin on white. ] Water might get cold, though.
[ Poe looks down at John's face, almost startlingly close, and kisses the man's nose. ] Weird how?
[ His mind goes to John crying out on the bed, bucking and thrashing, tears on his face, and Poe shifts so he can press his forehead to John's shoulder, bringing their linked hands down so he can wrap his arm (and John's) around the man's stomach.
He's only heard people calling his name like that before when there's nothing he can do to save them. Holding John, holding him close and letting him drift, is like a benediction. ]