( His head and his body have been disconnected, for some time now. He thought it would be over, when he found himself again, but it wasn’t, quite. He still finds himself blinking into the light, wondering what he was doing five minutes ago. He still notices that his shots are off, his muscles stiff. He goes through the motions without being connected to what he’s doing, and it infuriates him. So he punishes himself, barely eats and forces his body to stay awake when it needs sleep.
It’s a losing game. So that tonight, when he sat down on the couch, his body shut down before he could register what it was doing. His head lolled, and before he knew it he was lying on his side, breathing heavily as his aching body took a much-needed rest. But that doesn’t mean he got there willingly.
He jerks awake in the middle of the night, sharp eyes searching the darkness for the specters that haunted his dreams. It takes him a moment to realize they aren’t there, that he’s downstairs and not in bed, that he probably fell asleep here like a child. His body feels heavy as he drags himself to his feet, hearing movement in the kitchen. And so it’s to there he goes.
When he spots her, he stands in the doorway for a moment. His t-shirt is bunched up awkwardly over his sweats, his hair is as ruffled as it can be at its length. But he looks considerably less tired than he has, since they’ve gotten there. )
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It’s a losing game. So that tonight, when he sat down on the couch, his body shut down before he could register what it was doing. His head lolled, and before he knew it he was lying on his side, breathing heavily as his aching body took a much-needed rest. But that doesn’t mean he got there willingly.
He jerks awake in the middle of the night, sharp eyes searching the darkness for the specters that haunted his dreams. It takes him a moment to realize they aren’t there, that he’s downstairs and not in bed, that he probably fell asleep here like a child. His body feels heavy as he drags himself to his feet, hearing movement in the kitchen. And so it’s to there he goes.
When he spots her, he stands in the doorway for a moment. His t-shirt is bunched up awkwardly over his sweats, his hair is as ruffled as it can be at its length. But he looks considerably less tired than he has, since they’ve gotten there. )
Interesting choice, for a midnight snack.