Galahad comes back to their rooms by None, and at least by now Magnus has made him drink and eat, and the dull throbbing ache in his head is lessened. His body and his soul are still separated, but he doesn't have to wonder whether he's dead; he knows he isn't.
The last time he'd come home he was struck by the joy of familiarity. Everything was in its place, all their same things, all the proof of a shared life together. This time he feels it like a kind of relief, even through his blankness. He's still cold from the night outside, and he wants to pull on one of Claudius' robes and curl up in their bed, and he realizes it matters that he can want something at all. He cares enough to want.
So he does what he wants. He undresses, and he slips on the robe, gathering it around himself. For a moment he does nothing else at all, just stands there, breathing in the smell of Claudius and the silky texture of the fabric.
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Date: 2024-03-31 08:16 pm (UTC)The last time he'd come home he was struck by the joy of familiarity. Everything was in its place, all their same things, all the proof of a shared life together. This time he feels it like a kind of relief, even through his blankness. He's still cold from the night outside, and he wants to pull on one of Claudius' robes and curl up in their bed, and he realizes it matters that he can want something at all. He cares enough to want.
So he does what he wants. He undresses, and he slips on the robe, gathering it around himself. For a moment he does nothing else at all, just stands there, breathing in the smell of Claudius and the silky texture of the fabric.