kremdelacreme: (well shit)
Cʀᴇᴍɪsɪᴜs "Kʀᴇᴍ" Aᴄʟᴀssɪ ([personal profile] kremdelacreme) wrote in [community profile] faderift 2015-11-23 10:19 am (UTC)

That 'shit' is echoed by Krem in the same second Sam pulls back outside of the tent, and he looks back at Adelaide before staring around the tent and snatching the nearest thing he can find that will cover him up, a thin blanket only just wide enough to wrap around himself if it's clutched tight enough. He scrambles to his feet, still somewhat unsteady but keeping himself upright with a hand on the healer's shoulder. He gives her a deeply distressed look before ducking outside, reaching out and snatching Sam's wrist.

He wants to apologize, but in that moment, he can't even bring himself to speak, his voice stuck in his throat like a piece of apple down the wrong pipe. He nods back into the tent, then simply drags the other man back inside, taking a moment to tie the flap closed again, knotting it tightly.

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