[ there's something written between the lines that june isn't reading all too well. he proceeds the way he's always done, with blunt honesty, wishing for the best but never expecting it. ]
[ sooner or later ki-tae is going to have to face just how much he cares for june and how it makes him feel. envying someone just sleeping next to him doesn't do either of them any good, though. ]
no, never. i just worry about you. i want you to be safe and comfortable.
[ it's cold in dresden, colder than the last time june was in the city. shared quarters aren't unusual between the men and women of the dome, and june knows better than to resent it, but they've taken so much from him that even this little invasion of his personal space feels more than it's worth.
the man could die in his sleep and june would be happier for it. he wishes he was a better person, better than what he is because ki-tae deserves someone who is good, someone who doesn't fantasize about visiting death on the people who's collared and leashed him down to the ground.
but this is who he is. june wishes he had it in him to apologize. ]
[ but june is safe and ki-tae gleans that from it, holds tight to it. there isn't anything that could stop him from worrying, too far invested in june and his well-being at this point. it's counterproductive, really, considering they almost always meet when june is either beaten bloody or at the risk of being beaten bloody.
ki-tae has spent years keeping everyone and everything at arm's length, only ever shallowly invested in anything—
and here they are. as long as june is safe, he feels like he can relax, if just a little. it scares him just how much he doesn't care what june has to do to keep himself that way. ]
[ what's the cost of freedom? for june, it's death - throats cut, shots fired, bombed detonated. death to so many, each life buying him an hour here, a day there, a massacre gaining him freedom for a good week before gloriana calls him back into her cold embrace.
living as a weapon for a woman who's long lost touch with her humanity was never meant to be easy, but june feels like it's been a particularly steep climb for him. it can't be anything but that, with the special attention she gives him every time.
don't stray too far from the coop, junebug, he's reminded every time he takes his leave.
[ four hours doesn't sound like much, but ki-tae knows how rare it is. it makes him worry at the soft flesh of the inside of his cheek, tap his finger against the side of his phone. it doesn't do anything to alleviate any of the concern, though, if only because he knows lulls usually lead to incidents — that is, after all, how life always seems to go. ]
i've been napping, so i've been okay.
[ the less rest he gets, the better. once exhaustion catches up, it hits him hard enough that none of the nightmares matter anymore. it's why he spends so much time in the store, sitting on the floor organizing the books while the rest of the neighborhood sleeps.
it isn't so bad when june is there, but that's an entirely different level of codependency ki-tae doesn't want to reach for. ]
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he was breathing fine after a while.
were you worried?
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it's hard not to be with you.
but it sounds like things worked out.
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are you disappointed in me?
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no, never.
i just worry about you. i want you to be safe and comfortable.
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[ it's cold in dresden, colder than the last time june was in the city. shared quarters aren't unusual between the men and women of the dome, and june knows better than to resent it, but they've taken so much from him that even this little invasion of his personal space feels more than it's worth.
the man could die in his sleep and june would be happier for it. he wishes he was a better person, better than what he is because ki-tae deserves someone who is good, someone who doesn't fantasize about visiting death on the people who's collared and leashed him down to the ground.
but this is who he is. june wishes he had it in him to apologize. ]
he's okay. he lived through the night.
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ki-tae has spent years keeping everyone and everything at arm's length, only ever shallowly invested in anything—
and here they are. as long as june is safe, he feels like he can relax, if just a little. it scares him just how much he doesn't care what june has to do to keep himself that way. ]
did you get enough rest?
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[ what's the cost of freedom? for june, it's death - throats cut, shots fired, bombed detonated. death to so many, each life buying him an hour here, a day there, a massacre gaining him freedom for a good week before gloriana calls him back into her cold embrace.
living as a weapon for a woman who's long lost touch with her humanity was never meant to be easy, but june feels like it's been a particularly steep climb for him. it can't be anything but that, with the special attention she gives him every time.
don't stray too far from the coop, junebug, he's reminded every time he takes his leave.
don't fall in love where we can't see. ]
what about you, though? have you been resting?
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i've been napping, so i've been okay.
[ the less rest he gets, the better. once exhaustion catches up, it hits him hard enough that none of the nightmares matter anymore. it's why he spends so much time in the store, sitting on the floor organizing the books while the rest of the neighborhood sleeps.
it isn't so bad when june is there, but that's an entirely different level of codependency ki-tae doesn't want to reach for. ]