"I'm never gonna wash all this fucking planet off me."
Mud swirling down the drain. Dust condensing to dark smears, dripping off the hairs on his arms.
Whatever happened, Holden hasn't been deprived or starving for too long. His body is much the same as it was before -- except the curved triangle of the cancer treatment implant stands out bold under his skin on the outside curve of his shoulder again. Seems that cure was undone sometime in his transition between here and there.
And good fucking thing, too.
But he hasn't lost any flesh; he hasn't been starved. Whatever this disaster was, it was recent.
He sighs and leans into Jedao's hands. This should feel weirder than it does, right? It's the sort of thing that seems like it should be sexual, but Jim is about as far from The Mood as it's possible to be. If he were a little less far into sleep deprivation and amphetamine psychosis, maybe he wouldn't let it happen. But as it is, it's comforting.
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Mud swirling down the drain. Dust condensing to dark smears, dripping off the hairs on his arms.
Whatever happened, Holden hasn't been deprived or starving for too long. His body is much the same as it was before -- except the curved triangle of the cancer treatment implant stands out bold under his skin on the outside curve of his shoulder again. Seems that cure was undone sometime in his transition between here and there.
And good fucking thing, too.
But he hasn't lost any flesh; he hasn't been starved. Whatever this disaster was, it was recent.
He sighs and leans into Jedao's hands. This should feel weirder than it does, right? It's the sort of thing that seems like it should be sexual, but Jim is about as far from The Mood as it's possible to be. If he were a little less far into sleep deprivation and amphetamine psychosis, maybe he wouldn't let it happen. But as it is, it's comforting.