[It takes a good moment or so before Nox actually opens his eyes, and immediately his left hand clutches his right arm so tightly his knuckles go white. He raises his head slightly after, noticing August is right there, and he shakily exhales.]
Jesus fucking Christ.
[Helping him get to sit up isn't hard, but he's gone pale and he hasn't stopped holding onto his arm the entire time. He can't quite look at his friend, too afraid he's going to shake from the sheer trauma he's just experienced.]
Fuck this memory bullshit. It's the fucking worst.
it's v good shhhhhhhhh
Jesus fucking Christ.
[Helping him get to sit up isn't hard, but he's gone pale and he hasn't stopped holding onto his arm the entire time. He can't quite look at his friend, too afraid he's going to shake from the sheer trauma he's just experienced.]
Fuck this memory bullshit. It's the fucking worst.