IC Inbox: In the Night

[worthallthis]

[There is no message for the voice inbox. Just a beep.]

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[arsarcanum]

Maybe, on some very similar night in the future, Sora will turn around and call to the soldier so they can talk a bit, see if he can pick their brain for one thing or another, or just to work through the things that whirl around in his head, caught under pieces of mental furniture, stuck in the rafters. There's quite a bit of it, after all. For all the knowledge he lacks, he does tend to fill the space with other things. It can get a bit crowded, he finds, if he keeps it all to himself.

But the soldier said he'd done everything he could. Sora's a simple creature. That was enough catharsis for him. So he'll feel around for a coaster or some other small thing to set his empty cup on (definitely not a book, he thinks Aziraphale would flip), lay down with his blanket and pillow (yes, the one he likes to hug - thank you, soldier), and close his eyes. He feels like he could probably sleep forever here. He would if he could.

[worthallthis]

On their way past to the stairs, once Sora has curled up and closed his eyes, Soldat hesitates just a moment by the couch, bends enough to stroke Sora's hair twice, then hastily continues to their room. Comforting touch is hard, but they're working on it.