[Losing those important to them seems to be a theme. What does that say about them as people? Probably nothing they'd want to think about overlong.
Thancred's sigh says it all. Stephen wanders forward, crossing his arms as he stations himself close to where Thancred sits. Or maybe that it's more, he's hugging his own body, clearly wrung free of all energy from the long nights of perpetual nightmares.]
Oh, you know. [Is there a kettle around? He'll slowly wander off to maybe pour himself a cup of tea, too, if there's any extra. His usual sarcasm rises to the surface in the meanwhile.] Just fending off debilitating dreams of losing loved ones. Nothing special.
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Thancred's sigh says it all. Stephen wanders forward, crossing his arms as he stations himself close to where Thancred sits. Or maybe that it's more, he's hugging his own body, clearly wrung free of all energy from the long nights of perpetual nightmares.]
Oh, you know. [Is there a kettle around? He'll slowly wander off to maybe pour himself a cup of tea, too, if there's any extra. His usual sarcasm rises to the surface in the meanwhile.] Just fending off debilitating dreams of losing loved ones. Nothing special.