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Graham Carter
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Graham loved his life, that was true plain and simple. Not that he hadn't loved his life before; he had been very happy with his parents, with his brothers and sisters, and he didn't remember there ever being a moment where he was unhappy. Well, maybe a little. Maybe there had been times when he had lied awake at night and something felt wrong and off, a feeling of missing something, but other than that, he had been happy. His happiness had only grown when he met Reese. Not only was Reese a real live vampire – which shouldn't have been so amazing but certainly Graham had never met one – but since he had met the other man, that feeling of emptiness had disappeared. His life was filled up with doing things with Reese. They spent all night talking, they compared notes for their classes because they were pretty similar at points, they went out to eat (well, Graham ate, Reese chattered), they had even...well, Graham had given his blood to Reese. Everyone said that people needed to be careful, human mouths were dirty, dirty, dirty and a vampire's? Well that was a dead human, so that must have made their mouths dirtier. But Graham had seen a friend in need, someone who hadn't been able to go to the store to pick up his medication that allowed him to break down food, nor get the blood that would be just as well. It had just been a friend helping out...but god, he remembered it with such crystal clarity. It had been awkward because Reese had never really bitten anyone before, because that seemed so weird and maybe a bit rude, and Graham had never provided blood for anyone, not because he felt morally against it but because he had never known anyone who needed blood. They had fumbled about, trying to find the best way to do it...and Graham had wound up in Reese's lap. He had felt at the time there had to have been way to have done it, but it had felt comfortable and natural and then Reese had bit him. It had been the strangest moment of Graham's life, because he had expected it to hurt or something, and it had kind of, but all he could really focus on was how solid Reese was and the scent of him and...

Needless to say, shortly after that, they had begun dating. It all seemed natural, that feeling of "this is how it's suppose to be". It was the kind of feeling he had gotten when he had settled into...whatever class or after school program he had, one where he was most comfortable because it had something to do with his interests. It was natural and comfortable like an old sweater that he had worn hundreds of times before. Honestly, he didn't really remember them even agreeing to date. IT was just like they always were – close, in each other's space, close enough to touch and kiss; they just started actually doing it. The kissing was usually extra nice. That had felt natural too, that had felt like they were just waiting for it. So they had existed for a few weeks, kissing and loving each other and Reese taking blood gently from him and handling the realization that, oops, they had made Graham a human servant. That wasn't so bad; it wasn't like Reese was a horrible person and it wasn't like he needed a lot from Graham. Graham was there to take care of Reese and Reese was there to take care of Graham. They were happy. When the news came out that they were soulmates that had been reincarnated multiple times, there had been a lot of surprise and stunned silences, but the longer Graham had sat on it, the more he had realized it made sense. Hadn't he always felt comfortable with Reese? Hadn't he always felt like he had known Reese on some level? When Reese told him little personality facts about himself, he had found that it was "exactly like him" even though Graham had only just met him. The life had changed, but Reese was essentially the same and when he had told Reese that, he had quietly said the same of Graham. Everything was like an old worn coat that fit on their shoulders perfectly. It had been part of their thesis project for graduation: how soulmates changed and yet were entirely the same. They had poured so much research into it using themselves and they had explored it to the best of their ability. Which, admittedly, occasionally wasn't much on Graham's part because there had been a visceral feeling of wrong, of pain, of just...not good. And Reese had understood and had let him pull back, even when he looked like he wanted to pull back.

But then they had graduated and it had been natural for them to move in together. It wasn't even the fact that they were dating at that point, but more the feeling of they were finally getting to. A part of Graham hated feeling that, though he never told Reese. He hated the feeling of looking at Reese and looking around their apartment and going 'good, this is what we're suppose to be doing', because it wasn't the feeling of finally moving in with his boyfriend of years and getting to have space. It was the feeling of finally getting things right. He didn't know if all of his past lives ended in him and Reese dying separated, but it felt like most of them had. It felt like most of them had been where Reese died before Graham, Graham died before Reese, they had died staring at each other, they had died completely apart. They had never gotten their happy end, which he knew was silly to think, but he had wanted it. The feeling he got when they moved in together was just a quiet sort of 'finally'. They were happy, they were getting things right. They got to be exactly what they needed that they hadn't had before. They built a life; they had a popular enough webseries with ghost hauntings and a podcast and a blog that they were making money. Graham was happy. But then he got comfortable and while comfortable wasn't necessarily bad, it seemed to slowly become that. Because while everything about this seemed right, a long came another feeling. It was one he had experienced since he was young, a lot like the feeling of loss (which had been him missing Reese). But this had been a different feeling. IT had been the feeling of dread, the feeling of something sitting on his shoulders and poking at the back of his brain. It had been one of those things that his parents had actually taken him to see a therapist because they were worried, concerned, and kids Graham's age shouldn't be articulating these feelings of dread so well. He remembered explaining to the therapist all the feelings he had – the feeling of worry, the feeling of something waiting in the darkness, the nightmares he had sometimes where things were dark and as if something were nipping at his heels. They said he had an anxiety disorder, those were common feelings for such a thing. It was nothing to worry about now, because they were going to help him. The fact he said weird things in his sleep and occasionally sleep walked were just earmarks, and honestly they had gone away shortly after taking the medication.

By the time he had moved in with Reese, after years of being in the same dorm room, he had honestly forgotten a lot about his "anxiety disorder". He had grown out of it, he claimed, even as his little brother yelled over the dinner table that that wasn't how mental illness worked. Whatever, he had carried on, even as Reese said he would say the creepiest things in his sleep. He'd recorded it once, just to share with Graham. There had been quiet, a silence that said Graham had said something in his sleep before which had alerted Reese, and then: 'At the bottom of the ocean, even light must die', it had been sighed out. Moments had passed and then, in the deadest sounding voice that Graham could hardly recognize his own had been 'In the sunken city, he lays dreaming'. It had been then that Reese had woken him up, wanting to let Graham sleep but the dreams he must have been having sounded awful. Dreams, they told themselves, and not memories. For the most part things were okay. Just really weird dreams, just really weird sleep talking, Graham always just shrugged it off as just the fact that he studied the Great Old Ones and that he pushed his need to sleep as far as the boundaries of health would let him. But then one day, he had been having a dream He couldn't remember everything, but it had been dark and there had been whispers coming from the darkness. There had been something in the darkness. It had been calling to him, wanting him to come to it. It spoke with words that Graham didn't understand, but he knew what they meant. It spoke in a language that Graham had never heard, but he knew exactly what it had wanted him to do. He had walked, he had followed. He had gone for the darkness because it was calling to him. And then suddenly he was awake. Suddenly the only darkness around him was a typical New York night, complete with neon lights and cars driving around and all the noise that came with it. Reese was in front of him, his face concerned, and Graham would have commented on it, would have asked why they were out in the middle of the city, but his brain was suddenly registering the fact that he was standing in water. The water gently lapped at his knees and felt oddly warm and that was all Graham allowed himself because his brain fell into panic. "Shit!" The visceral feeling of wrongness overcame him so hard, he felt like he wanted to puke. When he panicked enough to go flailing back into the water, he thought he almost did. It was only knee high water, a quiet voice in his brain said, but it was drown (no, don't think of that) by the fact that his brain was telling him he had just swallowed water, the water was getting into his lungs, he couldn't breathe, he couldn't breathe.
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Reese had always enjoy his life. He loved his mother and father. He loved his sisters. He had friends. People always seemed to think that every single vampire had some terrible, dark, brooding past, that they were all from the Victorian era or even further back. They were supposed to live in tall, dark, foreboding houses and lament a love that had been lost or something like that. People never seemed to realize that there were modern vampires - or vampires that had acclimated to the changing of the world. They seemed surprised when Reese said sure, sometimes he hated the fact that he generally had to avoid the daytime and he had to be very careful to take his pills so that he could still digest normal human food. There were times he was sad because he was now immortal but his family wasn't. Overall, though? His life hadn't really changed that much since he had been turned and neither had he. He still felt generally the same person. He still liked the same things he had always liked, it just mostly meant he had to make some lifestyle changes and schedule changes but he could live with that. Maybe he was so easygoing about it because of Graham. Graham had filled up a spot in him that he hadn't really, truly known was empty. He had known he was missing something but there was no way to describe how full and fulfilled he felt nowadays compared to how he had felt in the past. From the moment Graham had walked in through the dorm door, his whole world had changed. They spent all night talking about themselves and about their goals and careers. They spent countless days passing notes and sharing tips on classes, sometimes sharing classes together. He and Graham had talked about his vampirism and about Graham's humanness. They had eaten food together, Reese had even gone out in the sun with him for a short stint and Graham had altered his schedule to have more time to talk to Reese. It was seemingly inevitable that they would end up together, although the manner in which they had ended up together.... well. It had only been about two weeks before Graham had offered himself up as a temporary food source for Reese and the situation had ended up with Graham in Reese's lap, Reese's arms around him as he bit and fed off of Graham, and then Graham had been warm and in his lap and... well. The inevitable had happened.

Life had seemed perfect in those heady days. They never actually seemed to say anything out loud but they just mutually agreed that they were together. They held hands, they migrated from using both beds in the room to using one. Reese would lie awake as Graham slept, playing with his hair. They slept and made love together. Reese fed on him. They went to classes, they shared notes and did homework together, they wrote papers together, and everything was just... perfect. Sure, sometimes they had tiffs. Sometimes they needed space. Mostly, though, things were just perfect. Even when Reese had inadvertently made Graham a human servant it hadn't been that big of a deal. He hadn't done it maliciously - he was just inexperienced - and in the long run he liked it because it meant he knew where Graham was, he could call for help or sense when Graham needed help and it meant Graham was tougher, safer. It was very important to him that Graham be safe, he found. It filled his entire being most days and he realized, once he had done the research, it was because he couldn't bear to be without his soulmate. They were meant to be together, they had been together in the past, and it all made so much sense, honestly. The way Graham felt right, the way that spot in him filled up, the way he would catch glimpses of Graham and see him in his mind wearing different clothing, the way they both had woken up from sleep - even from Reese's recharging sleep that was more like his being dead than sleeping - and say things that didn't make much sense, things like 'you're alive' and 'But I thought I lost you' and all sorts of things that could normally be chalked up to dreams but with this information....

It was only inevitable that they add reincarnation to the list of things they wanted to study. Reese had even made it his focus of personal study, how reincarnation and soulmates seemed to play together and seemed to go hand in hand. They had graduated with their degrees and they had celebrated by moving in together. Reese had felt so unbelievably domestic and... relieved. He could never quite fully explain the constant surges of relief that he experienced when he looked at their apartment, when he looked at Graham. It was sometimes the simplest thing. He would walk into the kitchen and a wave of relief would sweep over him, almost knocking him over because Graham was okay and he was there. Neither of them quite fully remembered their past lives, just snippets, but Reese had pieced together an awful lot of circumstantial evidence combined with hunches and strong feelings and he was pretty certain he had narrowed down a few of their past lives and from what he knew none of those had ended very nicely or into old age. Was it any wonder that he felt a sense of relief every time he came into their home and knew Graham was okay? Was it any wonder that he was relieved to see Graham wake up or to feel him through their connection and know that there was no stress or anything of that nature, that he was just fine? It was the strongest feeling in his entire world. All he wanted, all he needed, was for Graham to be okay, for them to get their chance at a happy ending and living their lives the way they had always wanted to.

The one blight on his life was Graham's dreams... and not so much the dreams, but the things that Graham said sometimes while asleep. The times where he said things that made the hair on the back of his neck stand up. The times where Graham woke up crying and gasping and saying he was dead and Reese wasn't quite certain if he meant himself or Reese. The times where the other man was sleepwalking to the door, bumping into it, and only the fact that Reese rarely ever slept kept him from getting out of the house and doing who knew what. Neither of them were quite sure what he was dreaming about except that it obviously had something to do with one, or maybe all, of their past lives. They didn't always happen, though, and so Reese could at least forget about them until they happened again. He shouldn't have let his guard down, though. He had let himself recharge, secure in the knowledge that he would wake up and Graham would be there... except he hadn't been. When he tried to touch Graham with the link between vampire and servant, there was nothing there. He had panicked, throwing himself out of the bed, out of their apartment, and thank God Graham hadn't gotten far. He wouldn't wake, though, and he just kept making his way towards a small park, a small body of water. Then he was standing in it, knee high in water, and Reese followed, wondering if he was going to have to bodily lift him. Then Graham woke up, looked confused and then he panicked, flailing about and falling in the water. This time, Reese did swoop in and picked him up, carrying him out of the water and to a nearby bench. "Cookie crumb, it's okay," he said, using the pet name to try and ground the other man. "It's all right, just some water and I'm right here." He reached out to stroke Graham's hair back some.
Edited by Reese Rhymer, Dec 5 2017, 12:35 AM.
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The panic was clawing at him the same way it had when he had been a kid – when he had woken up in the dark and he couldn't remember where he was and he had cried and cried and cried for his parents and something else he didn't know, which was probably Reese, all things considered. It clawed at his throat and brain, robbing his voice and his thoughts because he could feel the water sloshing around his knees and he remembered – what did he remember? His brain bounced between glimpses or feelings of water at his ankles and getting deeper, of bubbles rising to the surface that had nothing to do with him and then pushing away those thoughts, trying not to think about it, trying not to focus on it. He didn't want to think about it because every time he found himself thinking, of remembering, he swore he saw something in the water, he swore he saw bubbles, and he knew, he knew, he knew – Reese grabbed him, hauled him up into his arms, which was no small feat, or so Graham always thought. Vampires weren't inherently strong, he numbly found himself thinking. Your typical vampire was mostly just a human that couldn't eat normal food or go out in daylight, he remembered reading. The only vampires that were stronger and faster and all that tended to be the closest to the warlocks that had become the first vampires, the ones that had started "lines". Reese always said he didn't remember his maker; it wasn't like some of the stories out there where the vampire maker raised the one they bit like a child. Reese didn't remember but the vampire had been powerful enough to catch Reese with his gaze and now Reese was strong enough to pick someone up who was stockier than him by a little bit. He clutched at those thoughts because those were thoughts Graham was use to; those were facts and he wanted to run his hands over them, replace the imagining he was doing with hard facts. He purposefully ignored thinking about how his "imagining" felt a little too real. He focused on the facts that he had learned from books, facts he learned from research and the solid weight of Reese beside him. Reese's long fingers found their way into Graham's hair, even as he spoke softly in a way that seemed to be meant for just Graham. "What are we doing out here?" His voice sounded rough to his own ears, like he had gone hoarse from screaming. At the same time, it sounded incredibly thready, weedy. "Was...was I sleepwalking?" He tried to comfort himself that he had problems with sleepwalking, it wasn't a big deal...but he had never been able to get far before he was woken up or shepherded back to bed. There had never been a point where he had gotten this far.

He pressed closer to Reese and, not for the first time but more keenly than others, he wished that Reese had more body warmth. It was one of those things that was just a fact with vampires; they were essentially dead bodies reanimated. Reese didn't like being referred to as that, which Graham could understand. Not only was a reanimated corpse not exactly the right term, but it was kind of...offensive. Offensive and probably jarring, because Reese had died. You couldn't be a living vampire (or, you could, Graham knew, but he also knew that people that called others living vampires were using the word vampire wrong), you had to have died. No one wanted to think about the fact that they had died. It didn't matter that they were up and moving around, that they could think and reason and do everything they had when they were alive. They were still dead and the person who was the vampire had to deal with the fact that their life had ended. But whatever thought a person went through, the fact of the matter was that a vampire struggled to generate heat on their own. Without a steady supply of living, human blood, they were left feeling cold. The vampire themselves was fine, they didn't necessarily feel cold from blood not pumping, but anyone close to them would. And right now, Graham noticed that while Reese felt warm, it was a comparative thing and the more Graham rested against him, the more he realized it wasn't warming him up. Maybe he was leeching all of Reese's warmth but he still didn't feel good. He glanced back at the body of water. It was more of a pond than a lake, something that would have ducks show up and kids would be able to throw bread at them and be delighted. It was more than likely man made and it had a shallow bottom; it had only gone up to his knees, really. Dangerous for a toddler, maybe, but not an adult. It was still and silent now that Graham wasn't flailing about in it. In the light of day, it might look pretty. But right in those moments, in the darkness – or as dark as New York could get – the pond didn't look right. It looked...empty and vast, as if he could have sank further, further down. Or maybe not sank, but be dragged and – "I'm cold, Reese," he wanted to use the nickname he had given to his boyfriend, the pet name that felt intimate and not all at the same time, but his teeth rattled around the name and the words. "I wanna go home." He wanted to be far, far away from here because a part of him thought he could still hear the whispers. He could hear the whispers that he couldn't understand, but he knew what they wanted.

At least they were going home, though Graham wasn't entirely sure why he expected they wouldn't. Both of them were in pajamas, it wasn't like they could just go 'well since we're out, we might as well run this errand'. Graham, for one, didn't even have shoes on and most places he knew of? They had a policy about no shirts and no shoes; pajamas could have been trashy, but forgivable if he had been wearing shoes. Reese wasn't in much better shape, but then Graham wouldn't have expected him to be. If it had been Reese sleep walking out of the house into the night, Graham would have bolted after him without a moments hesitation. It was just...every step they took, Graham felt a little more worn out. He felt like his energy was being sapped out of him. And a part of him knew that was all the adrenaline leaving his body. He may have been sleep walking, but he had been fully and dead asleep at the time. Waking up like that? Waking up and then realizing he was in one of the few places that outright terrified him? It had instantly triggered the fight or flight part of his brain and that part had said flight. Flight and get out and get safe, though all he had managed to do was flop around like a beached fish if it weren't for Reese. All that adrenaline that had been pumping into him, trying to help him flee the terrible fate of...water was now disappearing and all Graham could feel was tired. He was exhausted both from the panic and from the fact that this was the first night in awhile that he had been planning on doing a full night of rest. He had fashioned it out, right? He had made it so he cut bits and pieces of sleep here and there so he could be with Reese longer, and then later in the week, he'd sleep more. Right now, he kind of felt he'd never go back to sleep again, even with how exhausted he was. "Sorry, peanut buttercup," now that there were further from the pond, now that he didn't have to see it and he could replace the dreams of dank corridors and ominous lack of sound with New York neon lights and cars driving past. "I dunno what I was dreaming about." It was both true and false. He didn't know what he was dreaming about at all. It had been so vague and when he tried to think on it (something he didn't want to do, but he felt now that he was further away, it was just a bad dream), it was just like another other dream. All he could say was that it had been a nightmare of some sort. But when he really thought about it, he knew on some level what he had dreamed. It was like a few of those times he and Reese had traveled far and away from home, going off to examine some land or place...and Graham had been stopped. He had stopped at an invisible edge and he didn't know what was wrong, but he knew. He knew in the pit of his stomach when something was wrong, when he couldn't cross over that invisible line. He just never had the words.

They made it home without issue, though he wasn't sure why he thought there'd be trouble. It nagged at the back of his head, it nagged and nibbled at the edge of his brain, whispering that they would never get away. He pushed that thought as from him as he could, instead focusing on going to the couch, wrapping himself in the blanket and uncaring that he was still wet from his impromptu swim in the pond. "I guess my...anxiety disorder is back." That wasn't how mental illness worked, his brother had shrieked at him. Maybe he had been silly to think that it had just...disappeared. People got better, right? They got to the point where they could handle things with less of an issue. He had just...gotten better. He had gotten well enough that he hadn't needed medication anymore. Just because he got better didn't mean there weren't relapses, right? He wrapped the blanket tighter around himself as he tried to convince himself that it was just that old anxiety disorder flaring up and making his nightmares seem a little more real and making him assume the worst.
Edited by Graham Carter, Jan 5 2018, 03:23 PM.
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Reese was generally rational and calm. He didn't generally allow himself to get swept up in negativity and fear - positive emotions, yes, especially with Graham, but not so much in fear and anger. He had long ago learned to look at things rationally and take things one step at a time. Right now, though, the fear gripped him because the one thing that could work up his emotions better than anyone else was Graham. They were soulmates and they had found out enough things about their previous lives that Reese was almost constantly afraid deep down. Something might happen. They might lose their shot at happiness with the easiest of wrong steps and right now Graham was panicking. Graham was scared and while they weren't like empaths and telepaths who could send thoughts and emotions through their bonds, they were still bonded. There were still emotions that you could feel from one another and with the vampire and human servant bond on top of that, Reese always knew when Graham was scared and in danger... and despite what his eyes were telling him, his brain was telling him quite clearly how viscerally afraid that Graham was which meant that something was wrong and Graham was in danger. It sent his own nerves skittering along his back, crawling up his spine and it was that, more than anything else, that let him heft Graham up. Reese wasn't exactly weak; being a vampire gave him a little more strength than a human so it was physically possible to pick Graham up. He'd done it before when they were goofing around... but Graham was still a stocky man that weighed a decent amount and he wasn't the type that Reese could just easily heft up like he had. Adrenaline and fear, though, were powerful tools and he used them to pick the other man up and carry him to the bench. Graham was awake now, though he seemed still scared, still disoriented and confused. He leaned into him more as Reese raked his fingers through Graham's hair. The other man spoke in a tremulous tone. "You were sleepwalking, baby," Reese said, guilt filtering into his tone. "I laid down and when I woke up you were out of the door." Would he ever honestly be able to recharge now unless Graham was wide awake? He didn't think so.

The nerves were still there. Reese's own nerves and Graham's as well, but at least the overpowering fear had faded. Both of them, he was pretty sure, were more than a little jarred at this point and Reese was almost waiting for something else to happen but at least the visceral terror that he had felt coming off of Graham had dimmed and faded. Now there was unease and concern and he could see that Graham was disturbed, but it wasn't flooding their bond and his sense. Graham just pressed close against him, wet and shivering and looking absolutely miserable. Thank goodness it wasn't winter. They could have had an even bigger problem if it had been winter. There could have been ice and hypothermia, even in such short water... and Graham could have come down with pneumonia from being out here wearing practically nothing. As it was, the night was maybe a little cool with a nice breeze - the kind of night that you might like on a normal day where you weren't fishing a frantic lover out of what might be an altogether far too dirty pond in the middle of a park. The little bit of heat he had - never much at all - wasn't really enough to help Graham, he could tell. The man was still shaking some against him and he was sure it was more from reaction to whatever he had been dreaming about than actual cold... but there wasn't much he could do for him out here. "We'll go home, cookie crumb. Just needed to make sure you were okay first." Not that he was quite okay now, really. He wasn't being himself fully and that was worrisome but... well, they could tackle that back in the apartment couldn't they? It would be better than here.

So he stood up and he held Graham close to him. The other man didn't protest in the least, just leaning against Reese in a way that conveyed just how tired he was. That wasn't new. Whenever Graham started sleepwalking, when he woke up he was always a little confused and tired. Usually that wasn't a big deal, though, because Graham had never gotten out of their dorm room or apartment before. He'd made fumbling attempts that Reese had dissuaded him from, he'd woken up in mid-action, but he'd never managed to get the door open and get outside... and to get this far outside it made Reese's skin crawl. The other man could have wandered into traffic or somewhere dangerous where he was mugged or worse. He had a feeling that his own recharges were going to be coming less and less right now because he needed to know that the other man was awake now before he surrendered himself to that deep sleep. Only their soulmate bond - or maybe the vampire-human servant bond - had warned him and it had taken too long, in his opinion, to claw his way out of that not-sleep. "I'm just glad you're okay," he said, quite honestly. He wasn't so sure the other man was being quite honest with him because there were plenty of times that Graham had just about said what he was dreaming about without actually saying anything... but they were both just a little too scared to pursue that line of thought. They didn't want to go down that rabbit hole because it might just unearth things they didn't want to hear or talk about. Reese's words were true though. He was just glad Graham was okay. He was glad his lover was alive and if a bit shaken up he was still okay in a physical way. They could deal with this. They could deal with whatever life threw at them, he felt, because so many things had gone wrong before. They had dealt with death and murder and loss and longing for so long their souls were familiar enough with it now. Now they could recognize the cold fear of things and begin to heal, he felt. They would move away from it eventually. They had to, right? Their wheel was on an upswing, he felt, and it hopefully would stay that way for a long time.

Being inside the apartment was better. Vampires weren't like werewolves and neither were humans but there was still something very comforting about being home and being in your designated safe area. It wasn't true that nothing could hurt them there, but it felt like it... and it gave them a base of operations to work from with all of their issues. When Graham went to the couch, Reese went instead to the hall closet and then to their bedroom. He was gone just long enough that Graham might begin to wonder just where he had gone, but he was back quick enough. He pulled Graham up from the couch and proceeded to strip him somewhat. It was a fast and messy affair, pulling off wet and sodden clothes and then putting new ones on - new ones that stuck somewhat to the damp skin - but it was bound to be better than the wet ones. Then he wrapped the other man in a sheet before he draped the warmer blanket over him and went to towel his hair off. "I'm not so sure that's what it is." Reese was no expert on things like that, but it didn't sound right. It sounded very different from what Graham was dealing with. Somewhat satisfied, he sat down on the couch finally and reached out to wrap his arms around Graham. He didn't usually do this but he used some of that power he'd been charging up, making himself a little more human like. Something warm to help Graham. It burned through energy fast and wasn't something he could do often but, right now, desperation said he should do it. "Maybe we should worry about it in the morning, though." It was much easier to skirt around the problem than face it head on right now and maybe they shouldn't but... he wasn't so sure he was up to confronting their demons at the moment.
Edited by Reese Rhymer, Jan 9 2018, 12:18 AM.
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