[Horus sits up slowly, slings his legs over his side of the bed. He really doesn't intend to be unkind to Emmanuel about all this, not when he's been the one who started the kissing both times - he's just so exhausted all of a sudden, a bone-deep weariness that feels like it dates all the way back to the first time he was told the story of his father's death and the uncle who took his throne.
There's already so much emotional strain for him to contend with here, that's the thing. Adding such a powerful pull toward someone who's being pulled right back and being told to dig in his heels and hold the line feels like far too much effort when he's this damn tired.
But it's worth it, because it's Emmanuel. That's the thing.]
When did you even get back? I must have been knocked out, huh...
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[Horus sits up slowly, slings his legs over his side of the bed. He really doesn't intend to be unkind to Emmanuel about all this, not when he's been the one who started the kissing both times - he's just so exhausted all of a sudden, a bone-deep weariness that feels like it dates all the way back to the first time he was told the story of his father's death and the uncle who took his throne.
There's already so much emotional strain for him to contend with here, that's the thing. Adding such a powerful pull toward someone who's being pulled right back and being told to dig in his heels and hold the line feels like far too much effort when he's this damn tired.
But it's worth it, because it's Emmanuel. That's the thing.]
When did you even get back? I must have been knocked out, huh...