He gives her a weak smile as she wipes the sweat from his forehead, half apologetic. She's not supposed to see him like this and she's certainly not supposed to be responsible for him. But - the care after the pain is almost too much and he dips his head and leans forward just the smallest amount to try to soak it up without being obvious.
He's been a year without a body. Sometimes he's so touch starved he could scream. He does shake his head for her though, eyes still closed.
"Not you. Its not your fault," his voice only rasps a little and he swallows to try to get it back to its usual timbre. And he lets himself soak up her voice and simply the sound of her talking just as much as what she says. Arm. She talking about getting him a real arm again. It makes him smile as drained and hollow stomached as he still feels.
"I know you will. I trust both you and Hunk. Whatever you come up with, even the prototypes, is going to be amazing."
He still feels hurt. Not in the nerves of him anymore but his heart feels hurt and he knows its just too long with too much and too little. He shuts his eyes.
He still can't feel anything from his shoulder down. He tries to ignore it. Tries to focus.
"You don't have to - " he has to stop. Shakes his head. Trying not to feel buried under how broken everything about him seems, suddenly, to be. Tries again. "I trust you, Katie. Whatever you come up with, I'm sure it will be great."
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He's been a year without a body. Sometimes he's so touch starved he could scream. He does shake his head for her though, eyes still closed.
"Not you. Its not your fault," his voice only rasps a little and he swallows to try to get it back to its usual timbre. And he lets himself soak up her voice and simply the sound of her talking just as much as what she says. Arm. She talking about getting him a real arm again. It makes him smile as drained and hollow stomached as he still feels.
"I know you will. I trust both you and Hunk. Whatever you come up with, even the prototypes, is going to be amazing."
He still feels hurt. Not in the nerves of him anymore but his heart feels hurt and he knows its just too long with too much and too little. He shuts his eyes.
He still can't feel anything from his shoulder down. He tries to ignore it. Tries to focus.
"You don't have to - " he has to stop. Shakes his head. Trying not to feel buried under how broken everything about him seems, suddenly, to be. Tries again. "I trust you, Katie. Whatever you come up with, I'm sure it will be great."