Mace settles into the bed, and Ian would be lying if he said the gentle dip and radiating heat of another person didn't set him a little at ease. Might be true that he could lean over and look down onto the floor, but having it right there without the need for any real thought is just...
It's better. It feels better.
Eventually his torso settles enough to become static. Background noise. Everything fades to something softer. Absolute exhaustion settles in heavy, and he falls asleep not long after Mace.
He dreams of fire.
When he wakes up, it's alone. The food has all disappeared, the knife and all the other supplies are gone. The dresser is back where it began. All of the extra blankets are missing from his person, and he's laying shirtless atop a neatly made bed.
It scares him more deeply than he can put into words for reasons he can't articulate, and it's that fear that sends him stumbling hazardously through the door so hard it bangs against the wall. Following it, the unsteady wall-supported fumbling rush toward the other bedroom in the cabin, that he prays to God isn't empty, stomach screaming in protest all the while. ]
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Mace settles into the bed, and Ian would be lying if he said the gentle dip and radiating heat of another person didn't set him a little at ease. Might be true that he could lean over and look down onto the floor, but having it right there without the need for any real thought is just...
It's better. It feels better.
Eventually his torso settles enough to become static. Background noise. Everything fades to something softer. Absolute exhaustion settles in heavy, and he falls asleep not long after Mace.
He dreams of fire.
When he wakes up, it's alone. The food has all disappeared, the knife and all the other supplies are gone. The dresser is back where it began. All of the extra blankets are missing from his person, and he's laying shirtless atop a neatly made bed.
It scares him more deeply than he can put into words for reasons he can't articulate, and it's that fear that sends him stumbling hazardously through the door so hard it bangs against the wall. Following it, the unsteady wall-supported fumbling rush toward the other bedroom in the cabin, that he prays to God isn't empty, stomach screaming in protest all the while. ]