"Johnny," Nova cries, breathless, scrambling to him; he catches her like clockwork, automatic, still staring dead and hollow at the earth.
"It's gone," he whispers. "I can feel it."
"Is this permanent?" she asks, pawing at him, trying to drag his attention back. "Is it always going to be like this now, maybe just in dreams or maybe both, Johnny, what the fuck did you do that for?"
"I don't know!" He holds her closer, trying to console her, trying to shut her up, he doesn't know. "I don't know. Please, just. Stop."
She's silent for a little moment, her nose twitching against him. "I can't," she says softly. "We can't."
Yeah, he knows. Life of fear. Always glancing over the shoulder. Always waiting for the worst. That's why he's a rabbit. Bottom of the fuckin food chain. Always, in every universe.
He settles back against a tree and stares at his monstrous house creation, which he now can't remove, and pets her for a while, and they try, they try real hard, to just let themselves be.
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"It's gone," he whispers. "I can feel it."
"Is this permanent?" she asks, pawing at him, trying to drag his attention back. "Is it always going to be like this now, maybe just in dreams or maybe both, Johnny, what the fuck did you do that for?"
"I don't know!" He holds her closer, trying to console her, trying to shut her up, he doesn't know. "I don't know. Please, just. Stop."
She's silent for a little moment, her nose twitching against him. "I can't," she says softly. "We can't."
Yeah, he knows. Life of fear. Always glancing over the shoulder. Always waiting for the worst. That's why he's a rabbit. Bottom of the fuckin food chain. Always, in every universe.
He settles back against a tree and stares at his monstrous house creation, which he now can't remove, and pets her for a while, and they try, they try real hard, to just let themselves be.