[No promises that his chest will stay solid through the whole night; already, if she listens closely, she might be able to tell that there's something missing, though not to the touch. His chest still feels solid, muscle and bone, but where there should be a by-now-familiar heartbeat, there's just-- silence.
But that's probably nothing to worry about. Organs seem to be optional right now, limited time offer.]
Good night, [he murmurs, wrapping an arm around her shoulder and just letting his arm drape over hers. He might be disappearing, but he's not feverish, and he's not in pain. Just for now, trying to get some sleep, hoping this isn't the last thing he ever does... that should be enough, right?
But the thought that this is the last thing he'll ever do just lingers in his mind, tenses fingers that are more muscle than flesh against her shoulder. There's so much he wants to do, that he just-- can't. And might not ever get the chance to.]
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But that's probably nothing to worry about. Organs seem to be optional right now, limited time offer.]
Good night, [he murmurs, wrapping an arm around her shoulder and just letting his arm drape over hers. He might be disappearing, but he's not feverish, and he's not in pain. Just for now, trying to get some sleep, hoping this isn't the last thing he ever does... that should be enough, right?
But the thought that this is the last thing he'll ever do just lingers in his mind, tenses fingers that are more muscle than flesh against her shoulder. There's so much he wants to do, that he just-- can't. And might not ever get the chance to.]