[The warmth of the blankets, the pillows, Mihawk's body against his is slowly coaxing the shivering to abate, keeping Koby present, aware. He tucks closer to Mihawk, knees bumping against his, breathing in his scent, hand sliding down his side, finding the familiar jut of his hip, the contour of the muscles in his lower back. It's a pattern Koby would know from touch alone, tracing over the warm, skin, the fur, curling his fingers gently in it.
Looking up, eyes teary and deep blue in the dim light, Koby hiccups out a breath, coming back to himself more with each word.] Sorry. [Of course that's the first thing he manages to say, reaching up to wipe at his tear-streaked face.] It's -- just dreams I have sometimes. They're not...not real, I'm. It's over. It's fine.
[Voice breaking, squeezing his eyes shut:] I'm f-fine.
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Looking up, eyes teary and deep blue in the dim light, Koby hiccups out a breath, coming back to himself more with each word.] Sorry. [Of course that's the first thing he manages to say, reaching up to wipe at his tear-streaked face.] It's -- just dreams I have sometimes. They're not...not real, I'm. It's over. It's fine.
[Voice breaking, squeezing his eyes shut:] I'm f-fine.