He's disinclined to crawl back into bed - a bit like giving up for the day and surrendering to apathy - but the heat of Vex's body is a temptation that draws him. Setting his cane on the floor, he carefully moves into her spot, sliding an arm around her. His fingers are cold, but some time curled up with her will change that.
And maybe that's something they could both use. His boredom is a selfish one, stuck entirely on the things he's not capable of; he hasn't considered that Vex might need him right now.
"For both of us." His death was a blow he wasn't present to see her take, but he can recognize in retrospect just how badly it hurt her. She's been strong through it all, taking care of nearly every need he could possibly have, but she's more easily worried for him these days. Quieter, at times. Willing to fold herself into a slow-paced life, with a lover - husband - who's still mastering the art of walking downstairs, but at what cost to her own happiness? Perhaps no cost at all, but he's frustrated with his limits; he couldn't blame her if there are moments when she is, too.
And through it all, the kind of fear that comes with seeing someone lying dead at one's feet. He knows that all too well, with too many different people; if he'd gotten her killed after they started sleeping together, rather than before, he'd have lost his damned mind.
"I will...though I doubt I need to tell you that I don't always notice when something becomes too much. You might have to see it for me." Yet another thing for her to do for him. He'd dearly like to stop adding more to her plate. "And tell me, too - if any of this becomes overwhelming for you. I'm not much use at the moment, but I'm here to help you, too."
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And maybe that's something they could both use. His boredom is a selfish one, stuck entirely on the things he's not capable of; he hasn't considered that Vex might need him right now.
"For both of us." His death was a blow he wasn't present to see her take, but he can recognize in retrospect just how badly it hurt her. She's been strong through it all, taking care of nearly every need he could possibly have, but she's more easily worried for him these days. Quieter, at times. Willing to fold herself into a slow-paced life, with a lover - husband - who's still mastering the art of walking downstairs, but at what cost to her own happiness? Perhaps no cost at all, but he's frustrated with his limits; he couldn't blame her if there are moments when she is, too.
And through it all, the kind of fear that comes with seeing someone lying dead at one's feet. He knows that all too well, with too many different people; if he'd gotten her killed after they started sleeping together, rather than before, he'd have lost his damned mind.
"I will...though I doubt I need to tell you that I don't always notice when something becomes too much. You might have to see it for me." Yet another thing for her to do for him. He'd dearly like to stop adding more to her plate. "And tell me, too - if any of this becomes overwhelming for you. I'm not much use at the moment, but I'm here to help you, too."