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[echolocating.livejournal.com]

[ isn't entirely there even when the plane comes to a complete stop; the noise ringing in his head is as painful as he remembers it being, making him sway a bit while pressing a hand to his forehead. the world before his eyes seems to double, triple, merge back into one, then double again, while the blueprint-world throbs in noisy emptiness. makes small whimpering noises when they're walking, barely hanging onto consciousness by focusing on that comforting, erratic heartbeat he knows is near.

gropes around for a smaller hand that he knows is around (but can't remember why it would be right this moment) while mumbling absentmindedly under his breath in german, as if he's welcoming himself back home. ]

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[prideofpuppy.livejournal.com]

[ can't help but laugh at that. pats him on the head. ]

I think I'll sleep fine if I'm with you.

[echolocating.livejournal.com]

I sleep good with Nathan too. Is good!

[prideofpuppy.livejournal.com]

[ brings up his other hand to ruffle his hair. ]

Is very good.

[echolocating.livejournal.com]

[ leans into the petting contently. ]

Sleep here? In big room?

[prideofpuppy.livejournal.com]

[ releases a hand to poke his nose. ]

Nuh-uh. You're deciding on that one.

[echolocating.livejournal.com]

[ leans away to shake his head a little, then stares up. ]

Erm. . . but Nathan is guest. Is Hilda house, and is Home, so I am okay.

[prideofpuppy.livejournal.com]

[ looks at the bed. looks up at the ceiling. looks at the bed again. inhales, exhales, deciding that his comfort doesn't matter as much as caleb's excitement. ]

We can sleep in here.

[echolocating.livejournal.com]

[ catches that hesitation & tilts his head a little in confusion. ]

Erm. . . is okay?

[prideofmusic.livejournal.com]

Sure. I mean, that's her room upstairs or something, right? It's only logical to stay in here.

[echolocating.livejournal.com]

[ considers this & the nods happily. ]

Ja! Stay here in old room with Nathan!

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[prideofpuppy.livejournal.com]

[ smiles at him fondly as he brushes his bangs back gently. ]

[prideofmusic.livejournal.com]

[ looks over at the doorway. lifts his hands up and away from caleb. ]

Guess I'd better get the luggage, then.

[echolocating.livejournal.com]

[ releases him with another nod, pushing himself onto his feet. ]

I go too! I help!

[prideofmusic.livejournal.com]

[ makes a sound of approval as he makes his way out the door, lifting a hand to scratch the back of his head. ]

I'd probably fall and break my back anyway if I did it alone.

[echolocating.livejournal.com]

[ trails along after him. takes a quick two steps forward to peer down at nathan's face in confusion after he hears the words in confusion. ]

Bag hurt Nathan?

[prideofpuppy.livejournal.com]

[ lifts an arm. ]

Scrawny, remember?

[echolocating.livejournal.com]

[ makes a noise of affirmation that he remembers the word, followed shortly by a mirroring nathan's action. ]

Is okay! I am help! Bag do not hurt Nathan.

[prideofpuppy.livejournal.com]

[ puts down his arm and mumbles for his own comfort, knowing very well that caleb will hear it either way. ]

My hero.

[echolocating.livejournal.com]

[ puffs out his chest a tad. ]

Super man!

[prideofmusic.livejournal.com]

[ lifts a hand to pat caleb's shoulder. ]

Now if only you could fly on your own.

[echolocating.livejournal.com]

[ shrinks a bit. ]

Erm. . . but fly hurt.

[prideofpuppy.livejournal.com]

Probably wouldn't if you didn't have so much noise. [ pauses. ] I think.

[echolocating.livejournal.com]

[ stops in front of hilda's room, pausing in opening the door in favour of considering the comment & formulating an answer. ]

Is okay if not very fast. Same as walk and run, then is okay.

[prideofmusic.livejournal.com]

[ gives him a considering gaze for a moment, mind wandering in thought. just shrugs after he's had his fill, giving a dramatic gesture towards his companion. ]

The mysterious Caleb, ladies and gentlemen.

[echolocating.livejournal.com]

[ blinks down at. ]

Mis-stee-rrr. . . erm. . .