[Bren looked up at the touch, that small gesture of support of the hand at his forearm. This close he could smell the scent of the other man, light and comforting and home. Before he could stop himself, he tipped forward into his chest, half to keep himself standing and half to breathe in that essence of him like that alone would soothe the pain in his head.]
No, no it's fine. I don't need medicine. The pain is my fault. Master Ikithon doesn't like the dreams. If I forget them, the pain stops.
[The words spilled out of him without much conscious thought behind them, like they were a lesson that he had been taught by rote, over and over and over again. When Bren realized what he was saying, doing, he moved to stand up.]
I'm sorry. I'm all right. Please don't think you've taken in a crazy man
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Date: 2023-03-22 02:35 am (UTC)No, no it's fine. I don't need medicine. The pain is my fault. Master Ikithon doesn't like the dreams. If I forget them, the pain stops.
[The words spilled out of him without much conscious thought behind them, like they were a lesson that he had been taught by rote, over and over and over again. When Bren realized what he was saying, doing, he moved to stand up.]
I'm sorry. I'm all right. Please don't think you've taken in a crazy man