[ eighteen years apart, the both of them changed almost immeasurably, and yet, joshua can still feel the pain in clive. we, he started to say, and amended himself to i. so. so, then, it's as joshua expected.
he breathes out, letting himself really feel the familiar ache of his lungs, the burn of a throat stripped raw by his coughing, the pain of the prison and his own failing body. he'd always assumed he wouldn't survive his reckless imprisoning of ultima; he just hates that clive had to lose him twice.
his fingers tighten around his brother's forearm, and he steps closer, around him so that clive has no choice but to face him, to look at him. his hand lifts then, cupping the side of clive's face, putting as much love and reassurance into his smile as he can. ] I'm glad that I was there with you. And I'm glad that we have this time together. [ however long it lasts. days, weeks, or longer. maybe by the time it ends, they'll both be ready to say goodbye. ]
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he breathes out, letting himself really feel the familiar ache of his lungs, the burn of a throat stripped raw by his coughing, the pain of the prison and his own failing body. he'd always assumed he wouldn't survive his reckless imprisoning of ultima; he just hates that clive had to lose him twice.
his fingers tighten around his brother's forearm, and he steps closer, around him so that clive has no choice but to face him, to look at him. his hand lifts then, cupping the side of clive's face, putting as much love and reassurance into his smile as he can. ] I'm glad that I was there with you. And I'm glad that we have this time together. [ however long it lasts. days, weeks, or longer. maybe by the time it ends, they'll both be ready to say goodbye. ]