[Progress is made, so she won't poke and prod about how he was lying to her at best and himself at worst, nor will she push him for the gun. If it's not an active threat -- or at least not as active a threat as it could be -- then he can keep it to feel more secure.]
Ah --
[Her rhinophores give a stressed flicker of light at the thought before returning to their steady glow. Water was -- bad. She'd nearly forgotten how bad, even with it causing her to lose Donatello. Now, though, as a slime, the thought terrifies her more than it reasonably should.
Steady. Steady, because it wasn't like that. It wasn't -- him. If it was then, then it wasn't him, just like it wasn't Donnie. Steady, because her irrational, transient fear couldn't matter when she was next to Sherlock who had been held down beneath the water by someone that was meant to love and protect him. Wordlessly -- Dr. Otto should be allowed to speak for himself now, she thinks -- Ray slithers her hand at his side up to his head to start stroking at his hair the way she had when meeting him in the pale fog, a pathetic man curled up tight and crying, needing someone that was really there to reassure him that it was over. Nothing more to be done. Nothing to forgive, because nobody would.]
cw drowning
Ah --
[Her rhinophores give a stressed flicker of light at the thought before returning to their steady glow. Water was -- bad. She'd nearly forgotten how bad, even with it causing her to lose Donatello. Now, though, as a slime, the thought terrifies her more than it reasonably should.
Steady. Steady, because it wasn't like that. It wasn't -- him. If it was then, then it wasn't him, just like it wasn't Donnie. Steady, because her irrational, transient fear couldn't matter when she was next to Sherlock who had been held down beneath the water by someone that was meant to love and protect him. Wordlessly -- Dr. Otto should be allowed to speak for himself now, she thinks -- Ray slithers her hand at his side up to his head to start stroking at his hair the way she had when meeting him in the pale fog, a pathetic man curled up tight and crying, needing someone that was really there to reassure him that it was over. Nothing more to be done. Nothing to forgive, because nobody would.]