[Wolfwood is too tired to sit up. Too tired to throw himself from this bed and hobble out of the clinic like he so wishes he could, stubbornness boiling hot in his veins.
He isn't too tired to pull his hand away from where it rests limp on his torso to lay it carefully in Livio's.]
Woulda'...woulda' happened whether you were there or not.
[He manages in a low voice, turning his hand over so they rest palm-to-palm, his fingers tangling loose with Livio's much larger ones.]
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Date: 2024-03-23 04:02 am (UTC)He isn't too tired to pull his hand away from where it rests limp on his torso to lay it carefully in Livio's.]
Woulda'...woulda' happened whether you were there or not.
[He manages in a low voice, turning his hand over so they rest palm-to-palm, his fingers tangling loose with Livio's much larger ones.]
Y'still came for me.