[When he swallows it's tight, and he finally lets the very tips of those fingers rest against his left palm. Slowly, he takes the index finger of his right and rolls it down. His hand is shaking so much it's hard to tell what he's feeling, but it isn't until just before the knuckle that he can actually feel anything, like they're still...
Like they're still dead.]
Don't.
[His voice cracks a bit, he flexes his hand out, then in, curves it into a fist. It's impossible, yet somehow ... exactly what has happened.]
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Date: 2015-09-19 09:16 pm (UTC)Like they're still dead.]
Don't.
[His voice cracks a bit, he flexes his hand out, then in, curves it into a fist. It's impossible, yet somehow ... exactly what has happened.]