Stephen's known that he's been afraid for the others, but this- this seems somehow even more intimate than anything they've done so far. Mephisto admitting it, in so many words, and admitting his weakness.
Stephen isn't sure what to do. Again, something starts in his throat, and again, he swallows it down. Instead he - gently - leads Mephisto over to sit on the bed, and moves to sit next to him, and touch his cheek]
Talk to me.
[It's a plea, not an order- but if there was ever a time, now is it.]
no subject
Afraid?
Stephen's known that he's been afraid for the others, but this- this seems somehow even more intimate than anything they've done so far. Mephisto admitting it, in so many words, and admitting his weakness.
Stephen isn't sure what to do. Again, something starts in his throat, and again, he swallows it down. Instead he - gently - leads Mephisto over to sit on the bed, and moves to sit next to him, and touch his cheek]
Talk to me.
[It's a plea, not an order- but if there was ever a time, now is it.]