[ What a change there's been in the other man, his friend who had once embraced his shortened life, the curse of his blood, as inevitably. An eventuality, a fate which could not be escaped, but now--... Now, Julius has promised to live so that they might always meet again, and for the very first time, Sion finds that he does not worry for him. Like this, he and Julius might be content, untouchable and safe from the reality which awaits them outside of the medical ward in their almost-embrace as they recline beside one another, the steady sounds of the bedside vitals monitor lulling in their regularity. ]
We'll meet again and again until the day you tire of me, Julius. [ There it is, again, the gentle tease which is the quirk of the Director's lips, his eyes falling closed with a flutter of lashes as he makes a show of fully resting his head against Julius' pillow, for... it has been quite some time, since he's slept, between the preparations for Julius' surgery, and the anxiety of the wait afterward. ] And perhaps even long after that.
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We'll meet again and again until the day you tire of me, Julius. [ There it is, again, the gentle tease which is the quirk of the Director's lips, his eyes falling closed with a flutter of lashes as he makes a show of fully resting his head against Julius' pillow, for... it has been quite some time, since he's slept, between the preparations for Julius' surgery, and the anxiety of the wait afterward. ] And perhaps even long after that.
But for now, it is okay to rest.