[Among everything else that’s happened it’s the same ol’, same ol’. Blue waits until he stops feeling it coming, heaving breaths, and then grabs for a piece of toilet paper to wipe up with, lets it fall into the toilet too. Reaches up to flush.]
[He turns his head, then, cheek resting weakly on the toilet seat, and stares blearily at Red. There’s something withheld in his eyes, small and quiet and unsure- the Blue that Red knew as a child, the meek and genuine Blue with all the bravado stripped away, and he can’t quite meet Red’s eyes as everything sets in.]
Water? [He mumbles weakly, still using the porcelain as a pillow, not entirely ready yet to commit to being done with it and handling what came next.]
no subject
[He turns his head, then, cheek resting weakly on the toilet seat, and stares blearily at Red. There’s something withheld in his eyes, small and quiet and unsure- the Blue that Red knew as a child, the meek and genuine Blue with all the bravado stripped away, and he can’t quite meet Red’s eyes as everything sets in.]
Water? [He mumbles weakly, still using the porcelain as a pillow, not entirely ready yet to commit to being done with it and handling what came next.]