[after a little while, Zhas retreats into himself too. it's very subtle, the way he slowly pulls his legs closer and lets his head rest on the sharp points of his wrists.
from there, the feelings just get worse. the spinning fear, the gaping loneliness, the craving sorrow because he doesn't know what to do about her. everything he's been ignoring for days, weeks, months--it feels like its filling his lungs up with water.
so he tenses and he coils and he hunches up so tightly that anyone would be stupid to miss that he's upset.]
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from there, the feelings just get worse. the spinning fear, the gaping loneliness, the craving sorrow because he doesn't know what to do about her. everything he's been ignoring for days, weeks, months--it feels like its filling his lungs up with water.
so he tenses and he coils and he hunches up so tightly that anyone would be stupid to miss that he's upset.]