[ That slight touch is probably better for Miles anyway. Any more than that and he might fall back into his memories, spurred on by the weight of someone against him. The flickers of Beatrice's face and hair seem to diminish slowly, until he feels mostly like he's back in his own skin again. Back on the log in the snow. Back on Barrayar.
God, now he's just exhausted. He reaches up a hand to rub at his face, his fingertips seeming to tingle uncomfortably as well. ]
You do? [ He murmurs at last, managing to look up at him. Silly question, isn't it? Wash had memory, after all. ] Even here?
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God, now he's just exhausted. He reaches up a hand to rub at his face, his fingertips seeming to tingle uncomfortably as well. ]
You do? [ He murmurs at last, managing to look up at him. Silly question, isn't it? Wash had memory, after all. ] Even here?