To his credit, Ellis doesn't flinch back from that sound.
But he doesn't know what to do for it either, hands fluttering indecisively before one catches at Vance's shoulder. Light, then fingers dug in, pressure meant to steady without fumbling over any kind of vocal assurances.
It's alright is a lie, so Ellis doesn't bother. Just waits for Vance to gather his composure, decide how they'll part ways this time.
Maybe there's more to say. Maybe. But it's not worth saying: I don't know what to do with a future where I'm dead, well. That's all of them. You don't know what to do with one where you aren't,
His hand straightens, flattens; becomes a palm to thump once across Ellis' chest. He's good. They're done here.
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But he doesn't know what to do for it either, hands fluttering indecisively before one catches at Vance's shoulder. Light, then fingers dug in, pressure meant to steady without fumbling over any kind of vocal assurances.
It's alright is a lie, so Ellis doesn't bother. Just waits for Vance to gather his composure, decide how they'll part ways this time.
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His hand straightens, flattens; becomes a palm to thump once across Ellis' chest. He's good. They're done here.