[They're things, at least, that they won't need to deal with upon waking. L will spend more time recuperating once his body, tethered and soothed by the Bond, recognizes its own need, and he's likely to sleep long after Myr rises and departs to confront difficult conversations with other people.
For now, though, a velvet-soft worm is nuzzling into his palm, and then he's standing to follow something equally welcoming in spite of the distance of lingering dishonesty. The idea that Myr still thinks he can do better is inspiring, more nourishing to the soul than anything he's done by himself in the last months to feel that he and Niles might this time pull even.
He's inclined to feel it, even believe it, in terms as simple and trusting as the wormipede. He takes that spirit with him to bed, curling onto his side and resting a cheek against Myr's shoulder after he's removed and set aside his prosthetics.]
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For now, though, a velvet-soft worm is nuzzling into his palm, and then he's standing to follow something equally welcoming in spite of the distance of lingering dishonesty. The idea that Myr still thinks he can do better is inspiring, more nourishing to the soul than anything he's done by himself in the last months to feel that he and Niles might this time pull even.
He's inclined to feel it, even believe it, in terms as simple and trusting as the wormipede. He takes that spirit with him to bed, curling onto his side and resting a cheek against Myr's shoulder after he's removed and set aside his prosthetics.]