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[hot_mess_express]

Who: Heroes
When: Day 36 night
Where: Back outside the train

[Well. You’re all in some kind of. State. A rather chagrined voice mutters on the wind;]

That isn’t quite how I envisioned it going…

[At any rate! There are new stars in the sky in ginger goldenrod, thyme apple and senna terracotta.

Well how are you all doing?]

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[fisherofmen]

[ tilts his head back, and then tilts his hand too, holding it out in front of randy's face ]

[crimeson]

[softly]

What are we doing?

[fisherofmen]

. . .

I thought I might touch your head, but I don't want to startle you.

[crimeson]

Oh.

You can.

[fisherofmen]

[ pets his head. ]

[crimeson]

[considers this for a moment, then presses into the touch, gentle.]

[fisherofmen]

[ it's not a negative response so he continues to pet, gently threading fingers through his hair ]

[crimeson]

[randy settles into it, letting his eyes close.]

[fisherofmen]

[ oh dang does this actually make people go to sleep

time to continue petting to find out ]

[crimeson]

[no he's too paranoid to sleep but he does just stay quiet and still and let petting happen]

[fisherofmen]

[ well

eventually, his own hand stops

possibly, because his own eyes are starting to shut ]

[crimeson]

[after a while, angling his head to look at cael, but otherwise not calling him on it.]

[fisherofmen]

[ mumbled, something like ]

. . . It's going to be okay.

[crimeson]

...

[hums a soft, agreeable sound in response.]

[fisherofmen]

[ rolls over a little, presses his face to his chest and takes a breath, chest rising slow like he's found calm ]