[the whole world is spinning in a way that makes koby's awareness go grey, fuzzy, and it takes a long, long moment for him to reach up, twine his arms around quentin's neck, the trembling rapidly intensifying as the adrenaline keeps fading away. for the first time, when quentin lifts him, koby feels the stabbing pain along his back, and he makes a small, bitten-off sound of pain -- tiny, hastily muffled. instinct; koby knows how to be in pain and not make it audible.
he's shuddering now, pressing his face into quentin's neck, steadying himself with the familiar scent of his skin. muffled, hazy:] Sorry. M'bleeding on you.
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he's shuddering now, pressing his face into quentin's neck, steadying himself with the familiar scent of his skin. muffled, hazy:] Sorry. M'bleeding on you.