[ Grey doesn't move. He doesn't reach for Thomas' mind, and doesn't touch Thomas, either. Something is badly wrong. Everything is wrong. Thomas had said he was fine, and he's the least fine Grey has ever seen him.
Grey has seen him overcome with grief. Trembling with fear and sickness. He has seen him cry, he has seen him scream.
And in all of that, Thomas has never shut him out. Not like this.
Nothing could be more frightening than that.
Then Thomas touches him, gently, and Grey's head turns just a fraction. He doesn't know if that's an invitation or just an acknowledgement, and none of it does anything to stem his worry. He will kill the person who did this to his friend. He will rend them apart.
Lightly, tentatively, he reaches to run his hand over Thomas' shoulder. What's wrong? Will you talk? What happened? ]
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Grey has seen him overcome with grief. Trembling with fear and sickness. He has seen him cry, he has seen him scream.
And in all of that, Thomas has never shut him out. Not like this.
Nothing could be more frightening than that.
Then Thomas touches him, gently, and Grey's head turns just a fraction. He doesn't know if that's an invitation or just an acknowledgement, and none of it does anything to stem his worry. He will kill the person who did this to his friend. He will rend them apart.
Lightly, tentatively, he reaches to run his hand over Thomas' shoulder. What's wrong? Will you talk? What happened? ]