Philosophical Ponderings [For ofthecubs]

[faithfulclublet]

It's midday, but Andrew is curled up in the corner of his couch with the lights in his room all off, hands pressed unconsciously against the sides of his head as though he's trying to squeeze the thoughts currently sending him into this moment of too-intense contemplation out of his brain.

Really, his mind is always running in a way that leads him to this sort of tailspin, but usually he's able to keep it at bay through work or distracting himself by spending time with Argine or training with Edgar or talking poetry with his cousin. Sometimes, though, there are flare-ups, and nothing's really able to stop him from falling into the trap that is his own head.

There are, however, certain things-- or people-- that are able to pull him out again.

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[ofthecubs]

"'f you want."

So long as they went together. So long as, at least for a while, Edgar was allowed to keep an arm slung just a little tight around Andrew's shoulder, to keep babbling about pirates.

So long as they got to keep breathing the same breath.

[faithfulclublet]

"Mmhm. Better'n you complaining later on, mm?"

Because of course they're going to go together. Of course they're allowed to keep clinging, keep talking about things that don't mean much in the grand scheme of things but are still absolutely enjoyable now.

Of course they're allowed to breathe in tandem, keep relying on each other the same way the always have and always will.