[ Rhy's smile is slower than usual, tired, but immensely and visibly relieved. He nods, and takes the bottle to allow Wilhelm to take his boots off more comfortably.
He leads the way to climbing into his still-messy bed. It takes some effort not to keep drinking; he should save at least a bit for his companion.
Rhy pulls back the nest of blankets enough to let Wilhelm climb in with him. The way he scoots close and presses himself against his side is not so much shameless as needy, a simmering desperation that only seems soothed after a few minutes of sitting like that.
For the first half hour or so, until they finish the bottle and start on the next one, he asks after Wilhelm's day to day, maybe some benign questions about what's been served in the dining hall or if Wilhelm's found any interesting new books.
Eventually, when he's ready, Rhy will come back around to the topic of what happened to him. He doesn't hide anything from Wilhelm, explaining how he'd wound up on that awful black shore unexpectedly, how cold he'd been, how trapped, about the corpses and the slick black substance on the sand. He mentions Julie, someone who'd been trapped somewhere else but who could talk to him, and how grateful he is that there'd at least been that.
But if Wilhelm has any questions, he cannot answer them. Not why or how, or even how he'd been freed.
He might just get an answer as to why Rhy's so keen not to be alone anymore. ]
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He leads the way to climbing into his still-messy bed. It takes some effort not to keep drinking; he should save at least a bit for his companion.
Rhy pulls back the nest of blankets enough to let Wilhelm climb in with him. The way he scoots close and presses himself against his side is not so much shameless as needy, a simmering desperation that only seems soothed after a few minutes of sitting like that.
For the first half hour or so, until they finish the bottle and start on the next one, he asks after Wilhelm's day to day, maybe some benign questions about what's been served in the dining hall or if Wilhelm's found any interesting new books.
Eventually, when he's ready, Rhy will come back around to the topic of what happened to him. He doesn't hide anything from Wilhelm, explaining how he'd wound up on that awful black shore unexpectedly, how cold he'd been, how trapped, about the corpses and the slick black substance on the sand. He mentions Julie, someone who'd been trapped somewhere else but who could talk to him, and how grateful he is that there'd at least been that.
But if Wilhelm has any questions, he cannot answer them. Not why or how, or even how he'd been freed.
He might just get an answer as to why Rhy's so keen not to be alone anymore. ]