[ If Mitch could swear, Mitch was probably alive, and Bradbury hung on to that thought while he coughed and choked on saltwater, feeling the sting of it in his throat and his sinuses.
He turned around just in time to see the shitty boat they were on sink miserably into the water. He can see a couple of life vests and flotation devices bobbing in the water, and that's probably a better bet than relying on his ability to keep treading water, but he needed a moment to just... he needed a moment. ]
Jesus. [ His voice was a hoarse rasp, and he was too tired to care what it looked like when he dropped his face to rest against the side of Mitch's head. He was still having difficulty breathing, and his pulse hadn't slowed down, but they were alive.
And maybe it was the sheer, uncomplicated relief of that which had him leaning in to kiss Mitch again on impulse, his mouth certain even if his once-steady hands suddenly started shaking. ]
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He turned around just in time to see the shitty boat they were on sink miserably into the water. He can see a couple of life vests and flotation devices bobbing in the water, and that's probably a better bet than relying on his ability to keep treading water, but he needed a moment to just... he needed a moment. ]
Jesus. [ His voice was a hoarse rasp, and he was too tired to care what it looked like when he dropped his face to rest against the side of Mitch's head. He was still having difficulty breathing, and his pulse hadn't slowed down, but they were alive.
And maybe it was the sheer, uncomplicated relief of that which had him leaning in to kiss Mitch again on impulse, his mouth certain even if his once-steady hands suddenly started shaking. ]