[ it's somewhat relieving that shu doesn't say anything about him--nazuna can cling to the hope that perhaps shu will just let him get away with pretending he's okay. part of him wants it to be that way, wants to just act like nothing is wrong and he didn't just have a stupid dream that freaked him out so badly he's still shaking, but the other...
the other latches onto the little note of concern in shu's voice. it's such a stark difference from the shu that's slowly starting to fade from his nightmares, the one who was treating him as a little plaything, as a doll that it catches his attention.
nazuna takes another slow breath in. the only sound he can really hear now is his own heartbeat in his ears and shu's deep voice in his ears, the soft rustles of the night around him. it's grounding, somehow, and nazuna brings his other hand up to hold onto the phone with both hands, curling his knees up into his chest and curling up into a ball.
he can repeat it over in his head--it wasn't real, it wasn't real--but nothing is helping more than this. for as strange as it was to see his number on his phone screen, nazuna's feeling just a little more grounded with every second that they're on the phone. ]
...Bad dream. [ he manages without much stutter, even. nazuna bites his lip to stop the sting of tears rushing to his eyes, but he ends up sniffling anyway, a longer noise, as he tilts his head up to the ceiling of his bedroom and keeps his eyes squeezed shut. ] C'you...shtay on the phone?
[ a pause. he feels silly, so he starts to ramble. ] We d'n hafta talk 'bout anyshing shpecial, I justht-- [ need you, need to know you're real. ]
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the other latches onto the little note of concern in shu's voice. it's such a stark difference from the shu that's slowly starting to fade from his nightmares, the one who was treating him as a little plaything, as a doll that it catches his attention.
nazuna takes another slow breath in. the only sound he can really hear now is his own heartbeat in his ears and shu's deep voice in his ears, the soft rustles of the night around him. it's grounding, somehow, and nazuna brings his other hand up to hold onto the phone with both hands, curling his knees up into his chest and curling up into a ball.
he can repeat it over in his head--it wasn't real, it wasn't real--but nothing is helping more than this. for as strange as it was to see his number on his phone screen, nazuna's feeling just a little more grounded with every second that they're on the phone. ]
...Bad dream. [ he manages without much stutter, even. nazuna bites his lip to stop the sting of tears rushing to his eyes, but he ends up sniffling anyway, a longer noise, as he tilts his head up to the ceiling of his bedroom and keeps his eyes squeezed shut. ] C'you...shtay on the phone?
[ a pause. he feels silly, so he starts to ramble. ] We d'n hafta talk 'bout anyshing shpecial, I justht-- [ need you, need to know you're real. ]