[Ion will be just getting out of the shower himself while Jade is in the kitchen, keeping a hand against the wall to steady himself as he walks. Even though he knows he should just go to bed and try to sleep, a part of him feels as though he can't -- perhaps knowing what sorts of things will haunt his dreams the moment he closes his eyes.]
[He finds a spot in the living room and sits down, eyes staring off at nothing in particular. He's not cold, but still can't stop shivering -- and every so often he jerks his gaze in given direction, as though expecting something to be there when there isn't anything.]
[He'd done well to hold together during the draft. But now that he was back, he didn't really have much left to keep that composure anymore.]
[And no doubt if Jade enters the room, Ion will jerk his head towards him with a look of fear, relaxing only when he's sure he isn't a cultist looking for blood.]
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[He finds a spot in the living room and sits down, eyes staring off at nothing in particular. He's not cold, but still can't stop shivering -- and every so often he jerks his gaze in given direction, as though expecting something to be there when there isn't anything.]
[He'd done well to hold together during the draft. But now that he was back, he didn't really have much left to keep that composure anymore.]
[And no doubt if Jade enters the room, Ion will jerk his head towards him with a look of fear, relaxing only when he's sure he isn't a cultist looking for blood.]