[ talking about the elements of his past has never come easy to him; when it comes to explaining his world, about stacks and sleeves, about how he ended up in this body after an extended period in prison, that's all surface detail, easy to skim through, but when it comes to all that really mattered to him, it'd taken those dreams to really peel back the layers, putting a focus through a lens he'd been hesitant to peek through again.
and yet, clara had seen a portion of it, and with the way she'd held him through it, it makes it all just a little less terrifying to revisit, even if the pain continues to throb when he talks of it, of the envoys, of rei.
but when the pain strikes, she squeezes his fingers and she's warm, the feel of her hand easing him to breathe easier.
his eyes find hers with her tease, the weight lightening to where the smirk appears in his expression again. no one's been calling him tak while he's been here, even if some have already picked up on takeshi, but then, she's the only one he's even given the name too. ]
There's that bossy authoritative thing I like again. [ which there's definitely no way he'd come to regret admitting to it. ]
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and yet, clara had seen a portion of it, and with the way she'd held him through it, it makes it all just a little less terrifying to revisit, even if the pain continues to throb when he talks of it, of the envoys, of rei.
but when the pain strikes, she squeezes his fingers and she's warm, the feel of her hand easing him to breathe easier.
his eyes find hers with her tease, the weight lightening to where the smirk appears in his expression again. no one's been calling him tak while he's been here, even if some have already picked up on takeshi, but then, she's the only one he's even given the name too. ]
There's that bossy authoritative thing I like again. [ which there's definitely no way he'd come to regret admitting to it. ]