Gabe closes his eyes and presses quietly into Mancea’s hand. It’s been years since they’ve touched each other like this. A long line of waiting and dreaming and thinking of the day they might again be equals in rank. And then that day came and the world died before they could do anything about it. He wonders if that counts as irony.
“I need saline,” he admits unhappily. It’s such a bullshit thing to need. “For my eyes.”
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Date: 2025-12-23 03:33 pm (UTC)“I need saline,” he admits unhappily. It’s such a bullshit thing to need. “For my eyes.”
He needs to flush the sockets or risk infection.