[he's never said so aloud, but Zel likes when Emery rests the bulk of his weight on him; he can't feel the texture, but the pressure and ambient warmth is present. it's comforting in that angsty, wish-there-were-more kind of way - the kind of sweet torment he's naturally gotten into given his circumstances.]
I'm fine. Are you? [because he can endure a sore back or shoulder if it meant Emery rested soundly.]
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on 2024-10-02 10:48 pm (UTC)I'm fine. Are you? [because he can endure a sore back or shoulder if it meant Emery rested soundly.]