| [Jun. 13th, 2009|06:28 pm] |
Genma let his tags dangle from their chain wrapped around his wrist, and eased his fingers around Raidou's wrist and hand instead. He felt heavy bones, strong tendons, scabbed, work-rough skin. He traced metacarpals up to Raidou's fingers, and wrapped his own around them. His eyes were trained on Raidou's face. On coffee-brown pupils with too-wide irises.
It was there. It was just under the surface, making Raidou's heart skip beats and his eyes dart. It was in Genma, too, but closer to the surface for Raidou right now. He'd been awake longer. He'd had more time to sit and try not to think. Try not to remember. And here was this kid from Intel, just doing his job, no doubt, tearing scabs off fresh wounds. Giving it fuel to grow.
Genma could feel it wrapped around his spine. Could see it in Raidou's haunted face. He took a breath that shook on its way back out, and quirked chapped lips into a smile.
"Let me handle the kid. I had him for a debriefer before." His fingers on Raidou's squeezed softly. "I'll turn on the charm, right? Maybe he's a closet case." |
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