[ It takes Dimitri a few moments to really recognize Childe when he bumps shoulders with him. He blinks a little blearily, trying to focus on him through his own haze of confusion and exhaustion and then it finally settles. Right. The one from the castle all that time ago. He doesn't lash out - at least not right now - and the presence of someone else is honestly more comforting than not. He swallows hard, mind still full of the treacherous thoughts about the end of his world. The end of everything he's known and loved.
He can't accept that. ]
...I have.
[ The words come out in a croak. ]
...what do you mean by help?
[ He has a bit of a sense for him through the communion and he stays still for a little while longer, finding a sense of solace in the touch of a shoulder against his. ]
no subject
He can't accept that. ]
...I have.
[ The words come out in a croak. ]
...what do you mean by help?
[ He has a bit of a sense for him through the communion and he stays still for a little while longer, finding a sense of solace in the touch of a shoulder against his. ]