from hereNyx looked unsure, then nodded, climbing off his lap and following after him.
This was a shit idea. He was sick, he shouldn't be putting poison in his body as well. ...But nothing sounded more tempting than this. He didn't want to think or feel. He wanted to switch off.
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Nyx curled up against him a bit closer, content as he started to drift off. His fingers drew invisible shapes on the other man's skin, and for just a moment he felt certain it would all be okay. ...Because he had Hex, and Hex had him.