[The reflex is there -- are you sure? -- even though of course Louis is sure, he'd know better than nearly anyone, he'd know the instant it happened. Soon after it is the stumbling, trembling rush of Koby's consciousness, pressing up against the forest-green of Louis's, an act he repeats breathlessly with everyone he cares for here, an act he repeats multiple times daily, like a compulsion. Daniel's presence is gone, absent as if it were never there, and Koby's chest aches with it, thinking of that summer day, out on the grounds, of Daniel smiling and tossing him a bag of chips, of sharing his knowledge, his time, his care when Koby was drowning and scrambling.
And then an exhale, an ache of grief that lies like a fresh coat of paint over the still-tender pain of Luffy, Usopp. Who else. Who next.]
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And then an exhale, an ache of grief that lies like a fresh coat of paint over the still-tender pain of Luffy, Usopp. Who else. Who next.]
Is he safe? At home? Is it
Good there, for him?