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[ it's only been a few days. a handful of stressful days, given the sort of chaos that genessia's fallen under and the weeks of sleepless nights and hard fights he's had prior to it. he's tired. normally he'd argue with her and call her irrational, but he's exhausted. (and he has no idea what this 'PTSD' is supposed to be. don't use abbreviations around him, you know he doesn't get them.) ]

Fine. [ an easy surrender. he has to roll onto his side to get up, pushing up with both hands while resisting the urge to grasp at his throbbing chest with the other. the pained groan is one he tries to mask over with irritation, snatching up one of the blankets and padding over to the couch with exaggerated sourness. ] Have it your way.