[ He's silent, aside from his labored breathing, but he doesn't resist. He slides down, like losing any strength he had to keep himself upright, and slumps against Alfie's side, staring dully at the mattress underneath them. Distance. It doesn't have to be physical distance, just emotional, he thinks almost absently. Just mental. He doesn't want to think about what happened, or what will happen, he's tired. He's done.
That's too much to think about as it is, and he gags slightly as his mind flashes on the sight and sound of the anomaly eating Ecks, tearing her apart. Fuck. Fuck. ]
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That's too much to think about as it is, and he gags slightly as his mind flashes on the sight and sound of the anomaly eating Ecks, tearing her apart. Fuck. Fuck. ]