[ Thus far, he's ignored every message and warning sign that his body has been giving him. He's not strong enough to stay upright for long, so even as he remains leaning on the hand that he used to push himself up, he's remaining there through sheer willpower alone, and even that is at its limits.
Why is he doing this? For the comfort she gives, yes, but also because he's finally come to a realization. It's a strange time for it, of course, but there's something about going off to what could very well be one's death that clears up certain things. He's suspected that what he feels for her goes beyond mere gratitude for her support and counsel, but it's only now that he's realizing just what it is.
And it's that realization that's driving him to want to be close to her because he's come to care for her very much, perhaps even more than he's ever cared for anyone.
But even as he tries to process her words and absorb their meaning, and even as he contemplates shifting position so that he can reach out for her, it becomes clear that his body has reached its limit and can no longer sustain itself or the things he wishes to do. He dimly registers the kiss she brushed against his cheek, as well as the request to lie with her.
Well, it seems that she'll get her wish, as what little strength he has flees, and he sags back down onto the bed. But even as he falls back, he tries to keep his eyes open so that he might keep his gaze locked on hers. It's a losing effort, because all his senses are paradoxically in overdrive and yet flagging. The desire to stay awake and aware fights against the need to fall back into unconsciousness and give in to the weakness that still hovers over him.
He forces himself to reach out for her, as if trying to indicate without words that he needs her too. ]
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Why is he doing this? For the comfort she gives, yes, but also because he's finally come to a realization. It's a strange time for it, of course, but there's something about going off to what could very well be one's death that clears up certain things. He's suspected that what he feels for her goes beyond mere gratitude for her support and counsel, but it's only now that he's realizing just what it is.
And it's that realization that's driving him to want to be close to her because he's come to care for her very much, perhaps even more than he's ever cared for anyone.
But even as he tries to process her words and absorb their meaning, and even as he contemplates shifting position so that he can reach out for her, it becomes clear that his body has reached its limit and can no longer sustain itself or the things he wishes to do. He dimly registers the kiss she brushed against his cheek, as well as the request to lie with her.
Well, it seems that she'll get her wish, as what little strength he has flees, and he sags back down onto the bed. But even as he falls back, he tries to keep his eyes open so that he might keep his gaze locked on hers. It's a losing effort, because all his senses are paradoxically in overdrive and yet flagging. The desire to stay awake and aware fights against the need to fall back into unconsciousness and give in to the weakness that still hovers over him.
He forces himself to reach out for her, as if trying to indicate without words that he needs her too. ]