Stephen flinches, just slightly. Not because he can or he can't feel it, but because Damian's so close. It's like turning to find someone right next to you, only in this case it's finding nobody there at all.
But his expression folds from an unfocused frown of general distress to one of concentration. He listens to his body, listens past the pain of newly opening wounds and slowly dying cells to more specific sensation. What can he feel? What can...
And then he does feel it. Pressure on his shoulder, immediately more solid for his having noticed it. Stephen's attention localises to the rough area of space he imagines Damian's face must take up. He's not all that close, but that's no surprise when he can't see anything but dust motes and the remnants of a tunnel collapse. ]
Hello.
[ More than the pressure, more than the pain, there's the sudden flood of relief.
Text in his head isn't a hand on his shoulder. There's knowing somebody's alive, and there's feeling it. ]
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Stephen flinches, just slightly. Not because he can or he can't feel it, but because Damian's so close. It's like turning to find someone right next to you, only in this case it's finding nobody there at all.
But his expression folds from an unfocused frown of general distress to one of concentration. He listens to his body, listens past the pain of newly opening wounds and slowly dying cells to more specific sensation. What can he feel? What can...
And then he does feel it. Pressure on his shoulder, immediately more solid for his having noticed it. Stephen's attention localises to the rough area of space he imagines Damian's face must take up. He's not all that close, but that's no surprise when he can't see anything but dust motes and the remnants of a tunnel collapse. ]
Hello.
[ More than the pressure, more than the pain, there's the sudden flood of relief.
Text in his head isn't a hand on his shoulder. There's knowing somebody's alive, and there's feeling it. ]