He tries not to but can't help the flinch at the feel of his hand at his back. It's not like Hanna isn't a huggy, touchy sort of guy, just there are usually layers there over his skin and he's entirely aware of how exposed he is.
"Yeah, well I cause problems," he counters just as he feels the press of the knife. It's quick enough, which means that the sharp intake of breath is all he has time for before the rune at his back flickers a moment as if trying to retain the magic embued in it before it fades to black again.
He's felt this before, his heart stops when a ghost passes through him, the rest of his body stutters, but it's for moments long enough for him to lose consciousness. This takes longer, even if he isn't fighting it, and even though he knows he can't, he tries to breathe but his lungs don't follow suit.
He isn't quite sure if he leans back against Vincent because he tells him to, or if he can't help it, dizziness falling over him like a blanket pairing nicely with the pain in his chest.
Next time he'll be smarter about all this. Next time he won't be so fucking stupid.
Vision blurring, his exhaustion helps him ease into unconsciousness faster than he should and he'll be gone soon enough. No heart beat and no breathing get him quick enough when the magic powering his rotten insides is chipped away.
Vincent is not a touchy feely huggy guy. He has a personal space bubble with spikes most of the time. But he is having an emotion, and it is ruthlessly stomped down so he can situate the black t-shirt and get Hanna settled down in the bed comfortably.
He isn't the sort to be tender but he will make sure the pillows are arranged comfortably.
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"Yeah, well I cause problems," he counters just as he feels the press of the knife. It's quick enough, which means that the sharp intake of breath is all he has time for before the rune at his back flickers a moment as if trying to retain the magic embued in it before it fades to black again.
He's felt this before, his heart stops when a ghost passes through him, the rest of his body stutters, but it's for moments long enough for him to lose consciousness. This takes longer, even if he isn't fighting it, and even though he knows he can't, he tries to breathe but his lungs don't follow suit.
He isn't quite sure if he leans back against Vincent because he tells him to, or if he can't help it, dizziness falling over him like a blanket pairing nicely with the pain in his chest.
Next time he'll be smarter about all this. Next time he won't be so fucking stupid.
Vision blurring, his exhaustion helps him ease into unconsciousness faster than he should and he'll be gone soon enough. No heart beat and no breathing get him quick enough when the magic powering his rotten insides is chipped away.
Killswitch engaged, that sure is a Ex-Hanna.
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He isn't the sort to be tender but he will make sure the pillows are arranged comfortably.
Then he has to get to work.