[Breathing and talking is not tiring. He can taste everything he's swallowed. Ash, dirty water, gravel, microscopic shards of glass though they're more texture. Did Danny take all of that into himself? How does it even work like that? The proof is felt, Matt can't quite brain what this is.
He swallows and shuts his eyes. Fingers thread with Danny's and give a squeeze.]
Thank you.
[For some reason an apology tries to drag it's way out from his lips as well. For worrying the man? For being such a broken person? For failing to die? This is something that should feel joyous.]
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He swallows and shuts his eyes. Fingers thread with Danny's and give a squeeze.]
Thank you.
[For some reason an apology tries to drag it's way out from his lips as well. For worrying the man? For being such a broken person? For failing to die? This is something that should feel joyous.]
...it hurt you too.
[Or at least that's what it sounds like.]