[It's the only thing he never forgets, these days. He can't forget being alive. It demands his awareness. Hitches of breath, hunger pangs, swooping tautness in his chest when he is overcome with emotions before he even knows what they are. It is tumultuous and constant. He thinks of the rusty sea. He tilts in, his hand sliding up to cup the line of Zane's jaw, his cheek.]
Yes, I'm alive.
[Something like his old calm, soothing cadence. Something like waves. He's not sure who he is soothing, but he has missed closeness terribly.]
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[It's the only thing he never forgets, these days. He can't forget being alive. It demands his awareness. Hitches of breath, hunger pangs, swooping tautness in his chest when he is overcome with emotions before he even knows what they are. It is tumultuous and constant. He thinks of the rusty sea. He tilts in, his hand sliding up to cup the line of Zane's jaw, his cheek.]
Yes, I'm alive.
[Something like his old calm, soothing cadence. Something like waves. He's not sure who he is soothing, but he has missed closeness terribly.]