[ His breaths have started to come deeper, and he's almost being lulled to sleep as the tension slowly eases from his body. The relief is numbing, and he doesn't want to feel any of the aches and bruises on his body, focusing instead on the blissful feeling of the receding nausea. If all of the threats have been cleared, then there's probably nothing wrong with a little nap.
But he blinks up at her question, startled by the way that she'd rushed it out, and wondering if she was nervous about it.
She's in luck, in any case, since Bolin is fairly open, and never one to be mindful of oversharing. ]
Oh, I was just...
[ He doesn't want to talk about the hopelessness he'd felt; the impossibility of going home again. Sakura is in the same position as him, and he doesn't want to crush her with those kinds of thoughts. ]
I guess I just missed home for a minute there. My brother always used to take care of me when I got sick.
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But he blinks up at her question, startled by the way that she'd rushed it out, and wondering if she was nervous about it.
She's in luck, in any case, since Bolin is fairly open, and never one to be mindful of oversharing. ]
Oh, I was just...
[ He doesn't want to talk about the hopelessness he'd felt; the impossibility of going home again. Sakura is in the same position as him, and he doesn't want to crush her with those kinds of thoughts. ]
I guess I just missed home for a minute there. My brother always used to take care of me when I got sick.