[ It twists at his guts for sure, but there is this intristic wrongness in the memories he’s glad he can’t shake.
Doesn’t make them any less vivid or terrifying, but there is that. ]
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[ Rhys sniffles and grabs a half-frozen water bottle, pressing it against the back of Beckett’s neck. It’s certainly cold enough in the room, but Rhys always finds this helpful. Painfully cold, something to concentrate on other than the panic. ]
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[ It twists at his guts for sure, but there is this intristic wrongness in the memories he’s glad he can’t shake.
Doesn’t make them any less vivid or terrifying, but there is that. ]
Here...
[ Rhys sniffles and grabs a half-frozen water bottle, pressing it against the back of Beckett’s neck. It’s certainly cold enough in the room, but Rhys always finds this helpful. Painfully cold, something to concentrate on other than the panic. ]