Martin only nods mutely and sets off, trying to keep an eye on his other self as much as his foggy brain and senses allow.
Granted, he prefers it this way. The fogginess protects him, for the time being, from the thoughts that would otherwise engulf him. They prowl around the periphery of his mind like wolves. Even if it's an illusion, there's a part of him that wants to try to be strong for Algric - as much as himself, until he feels safe enough to let go...or at the very least, can no long dam the flood - even as the intent at the beginning of this trip had been the reverse.
The cafe's small patio is largely unoccupied when they arrive, and Martin aims for the table in the least populated corner. No need to drag anyone else down with them.
...Should they order something? Would that be comforting at all? Or is this just a final practice of the usual ritual, where they sit in silence and attempt some kind of comfort for each other?
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Granted, he prefers it this way. The fogginess protects him, for the time being, from the thoughts that would otherwise engulf him. They prowl around the periphery of his mind like wolves. Even if it's an illusion, there's a part of him that wants to try to be strong for Algric - as much as himself, until he feels safe enough to let go...or at the very least, can no long dam the flood - even as the intent at the beginning of this trip had been the reverse.
The cafe's small patio is largely unoccupied when they arrive, and Martin aims for the table in the least populated corner. No need to drag anyone else down with them.
...Should they order something? Would that be comforting at all? Or is this just a final practice of the usual ritual, where they sit in silence and attempt some kind of comfort for each other?
He'll miss the Danish here. They're really good.
...Lord. He is a terrible son.