Slowly, yet suddenly, Ranboo realizes what it is that Dirk is doing. He wants to cry. His gut instinct is to cry, or to shove Dirk away, to plead with him to stop and just leave him alone. But he has no tears left, no energy left to physically fight him, and once that gut instinct passes, a numbness settles into its place-- why bother? They were just trying to abandon this body anyway. Who cares what happens to it now?
They make a sound that might have been a sob, quiet and choked, their pained breathing quickening just slightly where they lay against Dirk.
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Slowly, yet suddenly, Ranboo realizes what it is that Dirk is doing. He wants to cry. His gut instinct is to cry, or to shove Dirk away, to plead with him to stop and just leave him alone. But he has no tears left, no energy left to physically fight him, and once that gut instinct passes, a numbness settles into its place-- why bother? They were just trying to abandon this body anyway. Who cares what happens to it now?
They make a sound that might have been a sob, quiet and choked, their pained breathing quickening just slightly where they lay against Dirk.
"Why...?"