[ his vision hasn't clouded yet, and for that he is thankful. eyes still sharp, even now, catching the way the kid's hand moves through the signs. steady hands, even when the rest of them looks about ready to break. it's a shame, really.
a month, maybe two, and they would have been signing with natural ease.
somewhere deep inside, nic finds some strength. maybe the uppers hadn't worn out as quickly as he'd thought. maybe the downers worked differently, now that everything else is shutting down. but somehow, he gets a hand up, and somehow, his fingers mimic the gesture kino had been making no more than three seconds ago. ]
Stop.
[ when his hand falls, it falls over the other's. a heavy but surprisingly gentle weight, drawing that small hand fisted around some gauze down to their knees.
stop now. and a squeeze as if to say it's okay. but maybe it reads more as a please.
kino, does it feel better to be the one left behind? ]
gently touches your face...
a month, maybe two, and they would have been signing with natural ease.
somewhere deep inside, nic finds some strength. maybe the uppers hadn't worn out as quickly as he'd thought. maybe the downers worked differently, now that everything else is shutting down. but somehow, he gets a hand up, and somehow, his fingers mimic the gesture kino had been making no more than three seconds ago. ]
Stop.
[ when his hand falls, it falls over the other's. a heavy but surprisingly gentle weight, drawing that small hand fisted around some gauze down to their knees.
stop now. and a squeeze as if to say it's okay. but maybe it reads more as a please.
kino, does it feel better to be the one left behind? ]