whoops I think I misread the prompt but here it is anyway:
Mind you, they’re still unbearable, still get him the full “thrashing plus cold sweat plus transcendent contact with the absolute void underneath existence” combo. The abridged version (for naps and night shifts) is Kim limp and breathless after a gunshot they could not see, his blood covering Harry’s hands and mouth (somehow) like it’s the only living, warm touch they’ll ever share, and Harry cups his hands to hold these last remains and cries until this last kindness, too, trembles and fades into a distant roar, then nothingness. But these days, Harry’s nightmares are scenes from a life that did not happen; the waking hours that await him will be fuller and warmer than those lonely shadows, and there’s comfort to be found in this.
Disco Elysium, Harry/Kim
Mind you, they’re still unbearable, still get him the full “thrashing plus cold sweat plus transcendent contact with the absolute void underneath existence” combo. The abridged version (for naps and night shifts) is Kim limp and breathless after a gunshot they could not see, his blood covering Harry’s hands and mouth (somehow) like it’s the only living, warm touch they’ll ever share, and Harry cups his hands to hold these last remains and cries until this last kindness, too, trembles and fades into a distant roar, then nothingness.
But these days, Harry’s nightmares are scenes from a life that did not happen; the waking hours that await him will be fuller and warmer than those lonely shadows, and there’s comfort to be found in this.