The hands on his feel so warm. They feel right and wrong at the same time. Like they weren't suited to hold a pen and a clipboard, but knives. He's certain that the doctor can feel the bounding of his heart in that pulse point, the rapid beat belying the outward calm he's trying to force on himself to try and prove that he's not going insane.
He still breathes when the man tells him to and frowns at those words. There is an echo in his head. The echo of another man entirely, as he's getting ready to get the hell out of some Podunk little nowhere town. What had he told that man. 'The war is never over. It follows me. The killing. It never stops.' There had been something about fire and ashes but someone had told him to just go. To get the hell out, chased away because he was a damn coward that could only get in the way, only get himself and everyone else killed because he couldn't bring himself to fight.
Well, he's not a coward now and instead of running away from the front line, it takes an act of God to keep him from running towards it more than he already does.
"No...It's fine. Thank you. I needed that." He did. It was a reminder that what seemed so real and so fresh in his mind was so so long ago. "Went off the rails there for a moment. But, Doctor Kim, I really am okay. Guess I just watched North and South too many times as a kid or something." He tries to laugh it off, but in that looser grip, his pulse still pounds like he's run three miles.
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Date: 2016-10-25 04:09 am (UTC)He still breathes when the man tells him to and frowns at those words. There is an echo in his head. The echo of another man entirely, as he's getting ready to get the hell out of some Podunk little nowhere town. What had he told that man. 'The war is never over. It follows me. The killing. It never stops.' There had been something about fire and ashes but someone had told him to just go. To get the hell out, chased away because he was a damn coward that could only get in the way, only get himself and everyone else killed because he couldn't bring himself to fight.
Well, he's not a coward now and instead of running away from the front line, it takes an act of God to keep him from running towards it more than he already does.
"No...It's fine. Thank you. I needed that." He did. It was a reminder that what seemed so real and so fresh in his mind was so so long ago. "Went off the rails there for a moment. But, Doctor Kim, I really am okay. Guess I just watched North and South too many times as a kid or something." He tries to laugh it off, but in that looser grip, his pulse still pounds like he's run three miles.