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[He stills at her question, his whole body tensing as he thinks back to the hell that he's spent the past week in – the screaming, the constant scent of blood, the suffering all around him, his own pain – then shakes his head abruptly.]

You don't want to know.

[And Shun really, really doesn't want to talk about it. Not yet.]

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[ Her arm snakes out from beneath all those blankets, sleeved to the wrist in a thick sweater, but the hand is bare. More pink fur, padded fingers and palms; she lays her hand on his knee with a light, steadying grip. He should know she could feel the way he went rigid, the change in his voice.

Her expression is soft — but maybe that's just her changed eyes. ]

... I didn't ask because I'd enjoy hearing about it.

[ The blankets shift for the shrug of her shoulders; her gaze slides away. ]

If you don't want to talk about it, I won't force you. But... you don't have to cover it up for my sake.

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[He trembles faintly under her hand, lips pressing together. He shakes his head again, voice somewhat soft.]

…I can't. Not yet.

[Not when it's been just hours since he's broken free from the meld of flesh and mind, not when hasn't had much chance to process anything for himself. Not with someone he wants to protect from the worst this world, humanity has to offer.

It is bad enough that he admits this much already.]

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[ She doesn't miss the way he changes. Her answer is just as soft in return. ]

Okay.

[ As promised, she lets it go. Yuzu lets go of his knee, shifting position on the couch, leaning forward. It's tempting to reach for the white horns still resting on the table, fire-warm and still carrying the odor of her transmuted blood—she hesitates, even, watching the flames reflect on the polished bone. But it's a sunk cost: she's already hurting from taking Shingo's torment, and Shun can recover from his faster than she would be able to. This time, anyway, she lets it go.

She peels back the layers of her fabric cocoon — quilts and blankets and throws and a duvet for good measure, really, how many of these do they have? — and drapes them across his lap and over his chest. Hey, he didn't ask if he could start playing with her fur, she's not going to ask permission to keep him from getting hypothermia and freezing to death.

(No, Yuzu, that's still just you.) ]

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[Shun isn't really surprised by the number of blankets, quilts or pillows they have – he's collected most of them through the course of their stay after all, tends to build his own nest of them when winter calls him to sleep especially with Yuto gone – but her sudden need to wrap him up as well?

That's maybe just a little startling.

He blinks tiredly, then reaches up to drape the quilt on his chest properly around his shoulders before he leans back into the couch, eyes closing. He might never reach Gargoyle warmth, but he's definitely comfortable as he is right now. If he lets his eyes rest for just a second… that won't be so bad, right?

He hadn't even noticed how exhausted he really is until just this moment.]