[ Booker is up anyway, spine cracking with the movement as he pushes himself to sit atop the thin piece of foam. Immortal or not, the body does what the body does and it feels good to unbend for a moment anyway.
He peers over to the other mattress, studying Andy in the dark, only the barest outline of her silhouette visible with the street lights outside filtering a dim glow through the blinds. He can make out the movement, can hear the way the mattress slowly sags and shifts when she hitches her breath from the pain. Something in his chest stings too, almost as though he could take her pain and absorb it into himself. But it does nothing. It doesn't take away what she feels and how badly she feels it. He hates that she can feel it all and that it isn't healing. He hates that these hours with her in this dark, shitty room might be their last together depending on what the group decides later today. That part, the mortality ... it isn't his fault and he knows that. But he can't help but blame himself, somehow, for it anyway. ]
lmao same hat tho
He peers over to the other mattress, studying Andy in the dark, only the barest outline of her silhouette visible with the street lights outside filtering a dim glow through the blinds. He can make out the movement, can hear the way the mattress slowly sags and shifts when she hitches her breath from the pain. Something in his chest stings too, almost as though he could take her pain and absorb it into himself. But it does nothing. It doesn't take away what she feels and how badly she feels it. He hates that she can feel it all and that it isn't healing. He hates that these hours with her in this dark, shitty room might be their last together depending on what the group decides later today. That part, the mortality ... it isn't his fault and he knows that. But he can't help but blame himself, somehow, for it anyway. ]
Let me grab some water for you.
[ Honestly, it's the least he can do. ]