[ His movements are slow, sitting next to her on the small bed - and then taking a moment to adjust to the lightheaded daze he feels despite his care. Fucking illness.
For a moment he sits very still and just considers. But then he shifts to lay down on his back, still slow. Maybe it would be more dramatic if everything didn't vaguely hurt already. (Again: fucking illness.)
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For a moment he sits very still and just considers. But then he shifts to lay down on his back, still slow. Maybe it would be more dramatic if everything didn't vaguely hurt already. (Again: fucking illness.)
Severus takes her hand again. Lightly. ]