[It's not a great day. The eldritch presence is his head is disarmingly loud, which always makes Kevin feel a little more fragile, a little closer to slipping away no matter how many times people tell him it can't happen. He's quiet partly because he's worried it won't be his own words if he opens his mouth.
He's not always thrilled about company in this kind of mood, but Emery's a little easier than most people. If only because he's closer to really getting it than most people. So he doesn't complain when he hears the brief knock, already aware of who it is when Emery doesn't bother announcing himself through the door.
It's darker in his room than it usually is, the heavy curtains drawn tight. He shifts onto his side slowly a minute after Emery lands on the bed, studying him in the dim light. He doesn't actually need to ask if everything's okay. It clearly isn't.]
Again? [A little bit of concern in his voice. It seems like there's been a lot of pain lately.]
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He's not always thrilled about company in this kind of mood, but Emery's a little easier than most people. If only because he's closer to really getting it than most people. So he doesn't complain when he hears the brief knock, already aware of who it is when Emery doesn't bother announcing himself through the door.
It's darker in his room than it usually is, the heavy curtains drawn tight. He shifts onto his side slowly a minute after Emery lands on the bed, studying him in the dim light. He doesn't actually need to ask if everything's okay. It clearly isn't.]
Again? [A little bit of concern in his voice. It seems like there's been a lot of pain lately.]