[Leon is wide eyed in the dark, rapid breath a clear indication that he's still panicking. He looks around, eyes darting, breathing shaky. As scared as he is, he's coiled tighter than a spring, ready to defend himself.
When nothing happens except Zack's quiet, soothing voice slowly pushing through the things he'd seen and felt in his nightmare, reality steadily filtering in.
Instead of taking his hand, Leon reaches out to touch Zack's face. In his dream, half of his face had been gone, ripped away before he'd turned. He looks fine now. Whole.] Zack?
[It's all coming back now. The sleepover, the terrible TV show. He lets his hand drop to his side again before rubbing it over his face, his breathing steadily evening out.] Sorry... I told you this would happen... [He sounds disappointed. Embarrassed. He hates that this is a thing.] I'm alright.
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Date: 2023-11-11 07:17 am (UTC)When nothing happens except Zack's quiet, soothing voice slowly pushing through the things he'd seen and felt in his nightmare, reality steadily filtering in.
Instead of taking his hand, Leon reaches out to touch Zack's face. In his dream, half of his face had been gone, ripped away before he'd turned. He looks fine now. Whole.] Zack?
[It's all coming back now. The sleepover, the terrible TV show. He lets his hand drop to his side again before rubbing it over his face, his breathing steadily evening out.] Sorry... I told you this would happen... [He sounds disappointed. Embarrassed. He hates that this is a thing.] I'm alright.