( there are a couple of moments where marc thinks that's it, lottie's going to resettle and stay asleep and it'll be fine, even in spite of the way she sniffs and grumbles, indistinct and unclear. it's absolutely a false sense of security, though, ruined within moments when lottie shifts and jerks abruptly, marc startling, tense at the abrupt movement.
he doesn't move, doesn't say anything, not immediately. his gaze rests on her, watchful and uncertain because it's clear lottie hasn't registered his presence. their approach to waking and wakefulness are worlds apart out of necessity: marc's tends to be immediate. it's reluctant but necessary awareness of his surroundings because the opposite's always been dangerous. the opposite's always sat uncomfortably, always been at odds with the creeping paranoia a near-permanent part of him.
lottie's is always like this, a laboured, almost resigned focus on herself because she needs to deal with herself first — her nose, her eyes, the stream of quote-unquote liquids that leak throughout the night. it's—
—well, it's not charming, but given marc usually ends up covered in an assortment of biohazards on a nightly basis, he doesn't have any room to talk.
what he does do though, is shift his weight, ever so slightly. a near-silent announcement of his presence. )
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he doesn't move, doesn't say anything, not immediately. his gaze rests on her, watchful and uncertain because it's clear lottie hasn't registered his presence. their approach to waking and wakefulness are worlds apart out of necessity: marc's tends to be immediate. it's reluctant but necessary awareness of his surroundings because the opposite's always been dangerous. the opposite's always sat uncomfortably, always been at odds with the creeping paranoia a near-permanent part of him.
lottie's is always like this, a laboured, almost resigned focus on herself because she needs to deal with herself first — her nose, her eyes, the stream of quote-unquote liquids that leak throughout the night. it's—
—well, it's not charming, but given marc usually ends up covered in an assortment of biohazards on a nightly basis, he doesn't have any room to talk.
what he does do though, is shift his weight, ever so slightly. a near-silent announcement of his presence. )