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"—scared of you—"
"—could happen—"
"—lose—"
"...Sel?"
He cracks open one of his eyes, his voice disgustingly thick with sleep. He can feel the unique ridge raised on her right wrist against his neck, so it has to be her, but what is she doing?
"Your voice gets softer when you think about her."
Can it, jackass. "What're you talkin' about?"
"It's obvious," Lane shrugs. "But I digress."
"I know it's ridiculous, especially considering how you feel, but..." Aselus murmurs under her breath, seemingly to no one. Her brows are drawn tight together, and she's staring straight at him. Surprisingly, he just barely catches it. "...did I wake you up?"
"No," Andy hums, "jus' woke up'a'my own volition. S'm'n' on yer mind?"
She purses her lips, scrutinizing his thinly veiled exhaustion. Sighs. "You have the ability to kill everyone on this thing, yet you haven't. Or, uh, you have the most potential to."
"How?"
"You can control time, Andy, what do you think?"
He searches her expression, her eyes— a pink, melting into something darker, something stronger— thin in the dim room.
"Aselus, I woul' never intentionally kill someone. Not even if they were the wors' person, like... ever." He sluggishly sits up, rubs at his eyes, and faces her. "Not even if they deser'e it."
She doesn't move. Doesn't blink. If he couldn't hear it, he'd foolishly say she wasn't breathing, either.
"...okay."
Her fingers keep grazing over that nasty scab on her ankle.
He reaches for the edge of the desk, just barely catching it before it fell. The fabric is scarlet, not because of blood, but because it was made that way.
He lays the blindfold flat. The creases from where he usually ties the thing are there, but he ignores them. He smooths it out, stopping about one fourth away from one of its ends. Tears it off, hoping he didn't cut off too little of it.
"What are you..."
He gingerly wraps it around her, tying it with a pretty little bow. "That 'elp at all?"
She blinks. Once, twice, eyes unsure of where to land. "I... think so?"
"Good," he chucks the rest of the fabric back onto the nightstand. "'m gon' fall asleep again, 'kay?"
"...alright," Aselus amusedly huffs, blowing out a sigh, stifling a yawn that he didn't quite miss like he knew she hoped.
He's just about to drift off when he hears her voice again, shy and quiet.
"Good night."