[ Affirmation like a beacon. A long time. Yes. Something to hold onto as the evening draws in and night begins; their captors have discovered the advantages to having a subject who doesn't need to sleep, and there are long hours to fill with content before dawn arrives.
He's freshly showered, bruises faded, when Bob's presence resolves itself outside his door; he's pulling it open before he has a chance to knock, accepting him into his arms. Closing the door again behind him for all the privacy it gives them, so he can hold him close, one arm around his shoulders and the other around his middle, feeling the thud of a mortal heart against his own chest. Warm and strong and precious. He strokes Bob's hair and closes his eyes. Hums soft, tender nonsense for as long as he needs -- as long as they both need it. ]
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He's freshly showered, bruises faded, when Bob's presence resolves itself outside his door; he's pulling it open before he has a chance to knock, accepting him into his arms. Closing the door again behind him for all the privacy it gives them, so he can hold him close, one arm around his shoulders and the other around his middle, feeling the thud of a mortal heart against his own chest. Warm and strong and precious. He strokes Bob's hair and closes his eyes. Hums soft, tender nonsense for as long as he needs -- as long as they both need it. ]