They've got another hell of a fight ahead of them. Wonderland is becoming increasingly good at raising the hostility stakes. It's deeply worrying- what on earth can it do next? How is it planning to top this? It's the stuff of nightmare already.
"Right... yeah."
His heart sinks. This whole thing is utter bullshit. He knows they'll come back- he came back, so it stands to reason they would, too. That's what Wonderland did, right? Brought everyone back. But the fact they return doesn't ease the fact they died any. Instinctively, he reaches out to take one of her hands in his, giving it a gentle squeeze. Comfort, for as much her as him.
Clementine lifts her head as Louis reaches for her hand, and she tightens her hold on his hand as he does. She closes her eyes, breathing out, nodding in agreement, leaning against him.
"Yeah. Shitty fucking week."
The shittiest since they got back, the shittiest day in her Wonderland stay so far, and she's including the day that she died and the time that she got a bit drunk, because she was struggling so much with all of it.
He takes comfort in her being close and hopes he at least does the same for her. So long as they have one another, they'll weather every goddamn storm Wonderland can throw at them. He's sure of that much, even if right now he feels so very tired and broken. He'll figure out a way to pull it back together- because she's here. He lets out a soft sigh, turning their hands, lacing his fingers between hers.
"Winner of the Shittiest Week Ever Award," he agrees. "Still not as shitty as home, but it's making a damn good run for that one right now."
He leans in, pressing a kiss to her temple. He's already so very sorry that he left her. That he put her in a position where she had to put him down. But he knows not to voice that- it wouldn't do either of them any good. But this little comfort- he can give her, and hopes it's enough.
Clementine watches their hands as he turns them, and she moves in close to him, tightening her hold on his hand, nodding her agreement. "Let's just stay here for a little bit, okay?" She leans against him, drawing him close to the wall too so he can rest. Not that sleep will be possible, but she doesn't want sleep.
She wants to stay in this moment with him.
She wants to press her ear close to his chest to hear his heartbeat and hear him breathing.
He lets out a long, slow breath. Sleep is so very past him, she's right about that, but resting... resting he can do. He leans, his head resting against the wall with a gentle thunk.
"Yeah. I think that's a good plan."
He doesn't want to face going out there just yet- dealing with just how many people have died. He isn't ready to even start putting on a smile for anyone else, he just needs a little time to regroup. He closes his eyes, not sleeping just- tuning out for a little while. Just having a short span of time where it was just him and her and nothing else mattered just for goddamn once.
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"Right... yeah."
His heart sinks. This whole thing is utter bullshit. He knows they'll come back- he came back, so it stands to reason they would, too. That's what Wonderland did, right? Brought everyone back. But the fact they return doesn't ease the fact they died any. Instinctively, he reaches out to take one of her hands in his, giving it a gentle squeeze. Comfort, for as much her as him.
"What a shitty fucking week."
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"Yeah. Shitty fucking week."
The shittiest since they got back, the shittiest day in her Wonderland stay so far, and she's including the day that she died and the time that she got a bit drunk, because she was struggling so much with all of it.
"The shittiest."
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"Winner of the Shittiest Week Ever Award," he agrees. "Still not as shitty as home, but it's making a damn good run for that one right now."
He leans in, pressing a kiss to her temple. He's already so very sorry that he left her. That he put her in a position where she had to put him down. But he knows not to voice that- it wouldn't do either of them any good. But this little comfort- he can give her, and hopes it's enough.
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She wants to stay in this moment with him.
She wants to press her ear close to his chest to hear his heartbeat and hear him breathing.
And know that he is alive.
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"Yeah. I think that's a good plan."
He doesn't want to face going out there just yet- dealing with just how many people have died. He isn't ready to even start putting on a smile for anyone else, he just needs a little time to regroup. He closes his eyes, not sleeping just- tuning out for a little while. Just having a short span of time where it was just him and her and nothing else mattered just for goddamn once.