...right. [ He knew that, if not in so many words. He knew that it wanted to get him, to have him be a part of it. He didn't let it, and isn't sure if that was the right choice.
He's so fucking tired, and he wavers, trying to stand on his own feet, but he finds himself slumping against Flynn, leaning against his back with Yuri's face pressed into his shoulder. The water rushes over his hair, and he breaths in the steam, the familiar scent of Flynn, the sweet and tang of the honey and blood.
He's so tired. So tired from staying alive, from vigilance, from doing it on his own. He's tired and he can't admit that he was barely enough, barely got by, but with Flynn here, right here, he can't keep it in anymore, and his breath hitches, the fear and tension of the last month overpowering him ]
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He's so fucking tired, and he wavers, trying to stand on his own feet, but he finds himself slumping against Flynn, leaning against his back with Yuri's face pressed into his shoulder. The water rushes over his hair, and he breaths in the steam, the familiar scent of Flynn, the sweet and tang of the honey and blood.
He's so tired. So tired from staying alive, from vigilance, from doing it on his own. He's tired and he can't admit that he was barely enough, barely got by, but with Flynn here, right here, he can't keep it in anymore, and his breath hitches, the fear and tension of the last month overpowering him ]