blood in my ears, fire in my veins

[fireburned]

Harvestman does everything he can to avoid talking about it. He pretends to sleep a great deal more - he's aided by the fact that he doesn't have to breathe, even while awake, but he doubts Leander was fooled. Not with Harvestman's established troubles when it came to sleeping. He goes out and stays out, coming back at times when he knows Lee isn't

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[cheiroakanta]

Emily has been in the nexus, as she does, wandering through the quieter places for no reason except that they help her clear her mind and regain her center. Her focus needed to be sharp, these days, and spending time in solitary contemplation was helpful. (But not too much time, because there were things to stay home for.)

She didn't expect to stumble across Harvestman, but now that she has--she brightens in the doorway of Stigmata, wearing yet another stolen shirt.

"Harvestman! Okay, prepare to be tackled, and don't freak out."

[fireburned]

Harvestman scoops the picture up, tucking it into the inside pocket of the jacket Emily had given him (underneath which he wore Leander's sweatshirt, making some sort of statement about the way things were, at least), and sets the glass on a table.

"Don't break anything now." He smiles at her, and leans back into the couch, playfully braced for such an attack. Solitude was one thing, but he couldn't very well tell her to go away. She was a nice distraction, at least.

[cheiroakanta]

"I'll watch for your fragile bones," Emily promised, pleased to recognize her jacket shortly before she did...launch herself bodily at him, ending up with her face buried comfortably in his shoulder and her knees slung to the side of his lap.

"How are you? Are you better? You'd better be better, or like--or else."

[fireburned]

"Ow," he says automatically, curling an arm around her shoulders on instinct. It's as nonsexual as the hug before it, and he studies her as if he's looking for something, but he's still smiling.

"Better... I got some sleep?" Harvestman doesn't look so miserable now, true, but there's still some of that conflicted sadness lingering in his eyes, and he doesn't bother trying to hide it. "What sort of 'or else' are we talking 'bout?