Jim shivers despite the warm water softly striking his back, clinging tightly to Hunter. You left him. You left him you left him you left him...
"Stop it." His voice is small, a whisper to himself muffled against the body of the man holding him in his arms, disturbed by the vague impressions he remembers from... whatever came after the bite. It wasn't him. He was there. You didn't leave him. You didn't eat him.
"How... long... were we gone?" he asks, once he can trust his voice not to crack or waver, to choke down the screams that still howl in his heart. To force them down into that dark place where he buried those memories before, out of sight but not out of mind, the ghosts of that horrible place clinging to him damn near every day of his life.
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"Stop it." His voice is small, a whisper to himself muffled against the body of the man holding him in his arms, disturbed by the vague impressions he remembers from... whatever came after the bite. It wasn't him. He was there. You didn't leave him. You didn't eat him.
"How... long... were we gone?" he asks, once he can trust his voice not to crack or waver, to choke down the screams that still howl in his heart. To force them down into that dark place where he buried those memories before, out of sight but not out of mind, the ghosts of that horrible place clinging to him damn near every day of his life.