[Hitori lays back in bed, vaguely aware of how the porridge sits heavy and uncomfortable in his stomach.
All he can think of now, is how lovely Nageki reading to him would be. Nageki's voice is always soothing, but there's something about about it that is especially soothing when he reads. He hasn't heard that voice in a long while; not since the children died. But it still rings clear in his memory as if he'd heard is just the day before.
Nageki's reading voice is soft like a lullaby, and warm. He would always, slowly but surely, draw all the children in to listen.
Hitori hooks his finger into Nageki's top and settles deeper into his pillows with a dreamy sigh. This is okay, this is just fine. He'll be okay if he can fall asleep to Nageki reading.]
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All he can think of now, is how lovely Nageki reading to him would be. Nageki's voice is always soothing, but there's something about about it that is especially soothing when he reads. He hasn't heard that voice in a long while; not since the children died. But it still rings clear in his memory as if he'd heard is just the day before.
Nageki's reading voice is soft like a lullaby, and warm. He would always, slowly but surely, draw all the children in to listen.
Hitori hooks his finger into Nageki's top and settles deeper into his pillows with a dreamy sigh. This is okay, this is just fine. He'll be okay if he can fall asleep to Nageki reading.]
Yes, I'd like that..