[He really notes that his irritating, fluffy hair is shorter than he remembers it ever being, and before he can completely settle on the bed he almost touches it. Almost, because it can use fixing as sleep tends to do to people.
But he really takes a note that he looks more worn, now. In his face, too. He's proud of him for surviving, no matter what it was that was done to him.
The hand that he intends for Dylan's hair stops short of his cheek, and then he barely doesn't rest it on his shoulder. Nietzsche warns people of the horrors of alcoholic consumption- of course, Nietzsche was a lightweight, and Rhade had to drink a medicine cabinet's worth to get to this point. He's still sober enough that he doesn't touch him, and does his very level best to lay down with his back to him without disrupting the man from his sleep.
Once Dylan seems to be sleeping more soundly, he'll take off his boots. So he lays awake with his eyes closed and listens to his heartbeat.]
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But he really takes a note that he looks more worn, now. In his face, too. He's proud of him for surviving, no matter what it was that was done to him.
The hand that he intends for Dylan's hair stops short of his cheek, and then he barely doesn't rest it on his shoulder. Nietzsche warns people of the horrors of alcoholic consumption- of course, Nietzsche was a lightweight, and Rhade had to drink a medicine cabinet's worth to get to this point. He's still sober enough that he doesn't touch him, and does his very level best to lay down with his back to him without disrupting the man from his sleep.
Once Dylan seems to be sleeping more soundly, he'll take off his boots. So he lays awake with his eyes closed and listens to his heartbeat.]