"Who’s going to save them? Your friends?"
"My pack.”
There was a gap that Hermann found himself wanting to close after his first drift. The carefully constructed space built from facts and numbers that separated him from others had been rent by Newts dynamic psyche. Like a dam breaking Newt had flooded his mind rushing through him and carrying him away in the drift. Herman knew approximations of how the connection had felt – encircling, warm, strong, whole but had no precise way of categorizing the sensations. It wasn’t till the terror of the impending Kaiju cataclysm had subsided into victory celebrations that Hermann felt the space between them. Not discomfort but the promise of relief. A kind of longing that ended when distance became contact.
#drawn on the train #most likely anatomically incorrect #drabble written as I walked home
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