[Another voice - this one closer, familiar - coupled with a light touch draws his attention, blue eyes focusing with difficulty on Lapis. But her touch is real, the hand warm -
Brilliant green tracers catch along the edge of his vision, try to beacon his gaze away once more but he keeps his focus on the golden eyes limned with worry.
Stay here.
It's an almost desperate thought, one borne of frustration at seeing this woman, this 'Lena' more and more and yet not being able to place her, or the uniform she wears and yet both ringing with a haunting sense of familiarity, of dread.
Impulsively, he turns his hand, threads half-gloved fingers through the hand touching his own, and hold on firmly.]
Sorry... it's hard to tell what's real, lately. But this [Squeezing her hand, he starts to let go just as quickly, as if realizing his mistake.] Isn't your problem to fight.
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Brilliant green tracers catch along the edge of his vision, try to beacon his gaze away once more but he keeps his focus on the golden eyes limned with worry.
Stay here.
It's an almost desperate thought, one borne of frustration at seeing this woman, this 'Lena' more and more and yet not being able to place her, or the uniform she wears and yet both ringing with a haunting sense of familiarity, of dread.
Impulsively, he turns his hand, threads half-gloved fingers through the hand touching his own, and hold on firmly.]
Sorry... it's hard to tell what's real, lately. But this [Squeezing her hand, he starts to let go just as quickly, as if realizing his mistake.] Isn't your problem to fight.