[ he hears koby outside before he enters, the pattering feet, the breathing, and seeing him in the dim light of his room, he stares for a moment, takes in every inch of him. it's all wrong - the lines of his arms tightly woven over his chest, the fists, the red-rimmed eyes, the clothes he'd passed him by the day before.
he's up and out of his bed in an instant since koby doesn't approach. he's a little sleepy footed, but it doesn't stop him from moving for the door and scooping koby up into his arms immediately. he knows fear when he sees it and presses the other man tight against his body, fingers sliding up to cradle the back of his head. ]
What happened?
[ his voice, usually sing-song and light takes on a rugged, deep timbre. serious, like a man readying himself to go to war. he pulls back enough to see koby's face, to look into the puffy, red-rimmed eyes. ]
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he's up and out of his bed in an instant since koby doesn't approach. he's a little sleepy footed, but it doesn't stop him from moving for the door and scooping koby up into his arms immediately. he knows fear when he sees it and presses the other man tight against his body, fingers sliding up to cradle the back of his head. ]
What happened?
[ his voice, usually sing-song and light takes on a rugged, deep timbre. serious, like a man readying himself to go to war. he pulls back enough to see koby's face, to look into the puffy, red-rimmed eyes. ]
What is it, Koby?