(markus' affirmation makes him reach up to fix a tie that isn't there, fingers bumping the collar of his hospital gown.)
You would? (that's not at all what he wanted to ask, but there's a certain lag to him now that's making the process of thinking difficult and he's been derailed by his absentee outfit — maybe he's grown too accustomed to that lived-in thing.) Hearing you say that, I think I'd prefer to go now.
(said as he tries to the heart-rate monitor's clip off of his index finger.)
[…Right. Here we go. Connor is definitely under that telltale thrall of morphine, or whatever it is the hospital’s decided to give him. Markus reaches out, a huff of amusement he’s trying to keep to himself escaping.]
No, Connor— wait.
[A hand to gently clasp around his wrist, stopping his motion. The emotional buzz of the bond kicking up again.]
Not now. You need to rest. I need to rest, too. We’ll go soon, all right?
(markus' tired amusement feeds up his arm and he's forced back by responsibility. he's right, of course, as he often is. no matter how desperately he wants to go, they have to take it easy now.
connor only has one thing to ask, dropping back against his pillows.)
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You would? (that's not at all what he wanted to ask, but there's a certain lag to him now that's making the process of thinking difficult and he's been derailed by his absentee outfit — maybe he's grown too accustomed to that lived-in thing.) Hearing you say that, I think I'd prefer to go now.
(said as he tries to the heart-rate monitor's clip off of his index finger.)
This is difficult to do with only the one hand.
(here we go...)
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No, Connor— wait.
[A hand to gently clasp around his wrist, stopping his motion. The emotional buzz of the bond kicking up again.]
Not now. You need to rest. I need to rest, too. We’ll go soon, all right?
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connor only has one thing to ask, dropping back against his pillows.)
Are you staying?
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Of course I’ll stay.
[Watching Connor sink back into his pillows, Markus releases his loose grip, letting his hand rest at the bedside once more.]
I’m not going anywhere.