sunburn and fever dreams

Chip's eyes closed slowly, and he exhaled as his fingers were brought to the other mans lips. He let a sad chuckle leave his mouth, as Carasson declared that he was too good for them. You've made a good decision today. He squeezed the other's hand.

And they stood near enough, that if he leaned just a bit forward, their lips would brush. But he doesn't, instead he speaks, softly. I know that it's hard, to live with everything that happened... And, sometimes, I feel as though I'm drowning. He shifted, bringing Cara's hand to his mouth.

But I remember that it was not you. Not your mind making those decisions. He shifted, to tug a piece of the other's hand between his fingers.

Would it... help you, if we talked about it? It'd helped him with his drinking, when someone forced him to talk about it. He wasn't stupid, and he saw that the man in front of him was struggling.