[ Matthew laughs weakly too, when Declan does, and after Declan kisses him, buries his face in the elder Lynch's shirt. He's too tired to open his eyes, but not too tired to cling to his brother, to reciprocate the affection, to press himself closer in a way that's asking for reassurance at the same time as offering it.
He's still here.
Words feel clumsy in his mouth but he makes an effort to answer, explaining what he can, slowly, to Declan's shoulder. ]
Don't know. It kept saying-- [ No, leaving that untouched for now. ] S'gone now, but--
Something made it stop.
[ Something-- Matthew doesn't understand, it's too complicated and he's still coming back together. But he doesn't think he fought it off all by himself, the way he was freed so completely and all at once. Something saved him. ]
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He's still here.
Words feel clumsy in his mouth but he makes an effort to answer, explaining what he can, slowly, to Declan's shoulder. ]
Don't know. It kept saying-- [ No, leaving that untouched for now. ] S'gone now, but--
Something made it stop.
[ Something-- Matthew doesn't understand, it's too complicated and he's still coming back together. But he doesn't think he fought it off all by himself, the way he was freed so completely and all at once. Something saved him. ]