[finding a body would be a blessing. but there's nothing, and eventually subaru drops down beside natsume and tucks into his side, inadequacies be damned, face pressed against the other's neck.]
No good.
[is all he can say, quiet and scratchy and strained as he tries not to cry.]
no subject
No good.
[is all he can say, quiet and scratchy and strained as he tries not to cry.]