It was clearly more than a very bad dream. It felt more like the fire that had periodically disturbed his thoughts over the las couple of days, and it felt like the same horror of a child watching a tragedy through a crack in a closet door. These thoughts felt oddly familiar-- why?
He didn't want to think about it. Instead he looked up blindly, green eyes wide as he focused in on the hand and the offered glasses. It was a kind gesture, one that was clearly Kakashi's attempt to level the playing field. Barnaby reached out and took the delicate frames with a shaking hand, afraid that just moving would ruin his tenuous grasp of the situation.
Was this, too, just another bad dream?
He stared at Kakashi with glassy eyes once the glasses were on, focused on the new clarity-- and the look of fear in Kakashi's eyes that echoed his own.
It was clearly reflex, nothing more.
Barnaby bowed his head, suddenly tired, but remained on high alert. Something deep inside told him not to trust anything. Not even his own senses.
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It was clearly more than a very bad dream. It felt more like the fire that had periodically disturbed his thoughts over the las couple of days, and it felt like the same horror of a child watching a tragedy through a crack in a closet door. These thoughts felt oddly familiar-- why?
He didn't want to think about it. Instead he looked up blindly, green eyes wide as he focused in on the hand and the offered glasses. It was a kind gesture, one that was clearly Kakashi's attempt to level the playing field. Barnaby reached out and took the delicate frames with a shaking hand, afraid that just moving would ruin his tenuous grasp of the situation.
Was this, too, just another bad dream?
He stared at Kakashi with glassy eyes once the glasses were on, focused on the new clarity-- and the look of fear in Kakashi's eyes that echoed his own.
It was clearly reflex, nothing more.
Barnaby bowed his head, suddenly tired, but remained on high alert. Something deep inside told him not to trust anything. Not even his own senses.
What could he trust?]
I...thanks.
[Those were the only words that he could manage.]