[He's at least taken the time to button up his sleep clothes and shuffle towards the living area, and that will have to be fine for now. The floorboards and stones of the walls are cracked halfway through the space, spreading out from his bedroom where the damage is the worst but leaving the kitchen mostly intact. There's not much he can do about it.
Between using his hoarse throat and getting up from the small sofa on shaky feet to open the door, he chooses the latter.
He looks almost like a different person, compared to how he's presented himself with her. There are unnaturally dark circles under his eyes, his hair is a mess, and the black fractured markings on his jaw and wrists have spread, making them harder to ignore. To say he looks exhausted is an understatement, his shoulders weighed down with fatigue.
He leaves plenty of space for her to step in, and closes the door behind her whenever she does.]
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Between using his hoarse throat and getting up from the small sofa on shaky feet to open the door, he chooses the latter.
He looks almost like a different person, compared to how he's presented himself with her. There are unnaturally dark circles under his eyes, his hair is a mess, and the black fractured markings on his jaw and wrists have spread, making them harder to ignore. To say he looks exhausted is an understatement, his shoulders weighed down with fatigue.
He leaves plenty of space for her to step in, and closes the door behind her whenever she does.]