[There's nothing Osiris can say to that. No words would be sufficient. He just takes hold of Emmanuel's hand and gives it a firm squeeze, and when Horus emerges from the bathroom and looks from Emmanuel to Osiris in concern, Osiris waves him over without speaking.
Something about the look on Emmanuel's face tells Horus everything he needs to know. He sits on the bed in front of the two of them and grabs Emmanuel's other hand.]
However long it takes this time, we'll be here. This is the very least we can do.
[And for the first time, the seed of an idea is planted in Osiris's mind: there must be something more I can do to help Emmanuel heal this wound. But what?]
(( It's always hard opening up much about Elijah. What more does anyone close enough to him need to know other than he had a twin and now he doesn't? Osiris might know the most about it outside of his own blood relatives. Has Emmanuel even told Horus he's the one who killed his brother? He's pretty sure he hasn't because it might change things... And he doesn't want things between them to change.
Emmanuel gives a little shake of his head, maybe to wake up more or maybe to press back the memories and feelings. He squeezes his eyes closed, scrunches up his whole face to ward it all off. But it's impossible to forget the hands holding his and the clutches them tightly. A momentary lifeline to pull himself out of exhaustion-induced wallowing. ))
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Something about the look on Emmanuel's face tells Horus everything he needs to know. He sits on the bed in front of the two of them and grabs Emmanuel's other hand.]
However long it takes this time, we'll be here. This is the very least we can do.
[And for the first time, the seed of an idea is planted in Osiris's mind: there must be something more I can do to help Emmanuel heal this wound. But what?]
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Emmanuel gives a little shake of his head, maybe to wake up more or maybe to press back the memories and feelings. He squeezes his eyes closed, scrunches up his whole face to ward it all off. But it's impossible to forget the hands holding his and the clutches them tightly. A momentary lifeline to pull himself out of exhaustion-induced wallowing. ))
I don't think it will be that long.