Allelujah's eyes closed. He knew that if he laid in bed without being able to drift off long enough, Hallelujah would take notice-- and that would ensure his insomnia for one more night. "You know you aren't helping, Hallelujah." He noted, shifting the manner in which he lay.
"Sure I am," The voice in the back of his mind laughed, and when Allelujah glanced to the side the hallucination was lying there, propped up on an elbow and watching him. His brows furrowed as he watched Allelujah. "You'd rather I leave you to bitch at yourself? Keep thinking about how you didn't have to kill those people in the mission today?" He sat up, lips drawing back in anger. "You're going to have to stop with this 'what if' shit one day, Allelujah."
Allelujah glanced down, chastised. "That's not it," But then again, there was truth in it. He always had trouble sleeping after slip-ups in interventions, thinking back to how many mobile suits he had destroyed that day, how many workers had been in the bases he'd bombed, and how many families would be visited personally to inform them--
"Stop that," Hallelujah growled, snapping his fingers to divert Allelujah's attention back to him. He leaned down to touch Allelujah's lips to his own as soon as he saw his Other about to respond, lingering there for an extended moment.
Allelujah quieted, but reached a hand up to touch a face that wasn't there, the silent reminder of his delusions.
Allelujah's eyes closed. He knew that if he laid in bed without being able to drift off long enough, Hallelujah would take notice-- and that would ensure his insomnia for one more night. "You know you aren't helping, Hallelujah." He noted, shifting the manner in which he lay.
"Sure I am," The voice in the back of his mind laughed, and when Allelujah glanced to the side the hallucination was lying there, propped up on an elbow and watching him. His brows furrowed as he watched Allelujah. "You'd rather I leave you to bitch at yourself? Keep thinking about how you didn't have to kill those people in the mission today?" He sat up, lips drawing back in anger. "You're going to have to stop with this 'what if' shit one day, Allelujah."
Allelujah glanced down, chastised. "That's not it," But then again, there was truth in it. He always had trouble sleeping after slip-ups in interventions, thinking back to how many mobile suits he had destroyed that day, how many workers had been in the bases he'd bombed, and how many families would be visited personally to inform them--
"Stop that," Hallelujah growled, snapping his fingers to divert Allelujah's attention back to him. He leaned down to touch Allelujah's lips to his own as soon as he saw his Other about to respond, lingering there for an extended moment.
Allelujah quieted, but reached a hand up to touch a face that wasn't there, the silent reminder of his delusions.
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Most pathetic image ever, y/y?
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