Mask or Menace IC Contact

[itistolaugh]

"Harley here! Leave a message and I'll get back to you.

Or I won't.

Don't be boring."

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[pushtheboundaries]

[Harley, Harley. he was trying very hard to forget about the chances of those, and up until this moment, was doing a very good job. the whole massage and cleaning and tickling and everything else did a wonderful job of grounding him until his grip on Harley briefly, briefly tightens.

there's a few moments in which he just looks at her, smile fading; there's something in his eyes, because he's not sure if he should try and shrug it off and insist he'll be fine, or damn his dignity because...well...

in the end he sighs and closes his eyes, resting his chin against her. it's probably a mark of how much he's grown to trust her that he doesn't try and put up a mask.

instead, there's just a quiet-] All right.

[itistolaugh]

[ She runs her fingers over his hair. The nightmares would come without her saying it or not. She knows what Crane's toxins do to people. Frankly, she's amazed he didn't wake up screaming the first time. ]

You're okay. You're safe now.

[ Until the next time he does it, anyway. ]

[pushtheboundaries]

[there's something to be said about being scared silent. screaming is inherently a call for help- but why would you scream when you know there's no help coming?

when you know you're alone?

he swallows around the lump in his throat, and forces himself to slow his breathing. if he's still holding Harley tight, well...at least it's not a painful grip.

that'll only come when the dreams do.]

[itistolaugh]

[ She drifts in and out of a light doze, and when he shows signs of bad dreams she rouses and starts rubbing his back and cooing soft, gentle reassurances. ]