[There's not much concern in his tone beyond the typical panic of a bad dream (since they didn't have any other kind) and the absence of her. It's not that he's clingy he just knows this could all be gone in a second if the big wigs felt like sending her (or him) back to their world.
To what? Rot in the ground? And if they got to come back again, would they be whole or partially decomposed? It's the big questions that keep him up at night. The admittedly disgusting ones. He physically shakes to try and get his brain to switch gears and scratches at his scars.]
Clove?
[He knows she leaves the house sometimes when she has a really bad one. And she'll either answer him or she won't. But he wants to know.]
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[There's not much concern in his tone beyond the typical panic of a bad dream (since they didn't have any other kind) and the absence of her. It's not that he's clingy he just knows this could all be gone in a second if the big wigs felt like sending her (or him) back to their world.
To what? Rot in the ground? And if they got to come back again, would they be whole or partially decomposed? It's the big questions that keep him up at night. The admittedly disgusting ones. He physically shakes to try and get his brain to switch gears and scratches at his scars.]
Clove?
[He knows she leaves the house sometimes when she has a really bad one. And she'll either answer him or she won't. But he wants to know.]