[ Daryl has grown used to the silence underwater. He doesn't even hate it, he thinks. It's just vastly different from any other type of silence he's ever known - the way it's punctured is different, like it had been by the splash Gabe had made upon entering the tank. It's nice to hear someone's movements other than his own in the water, even if Gabe doesn't exactly seem comfortable.
As usual, they're thinking something similar about Gabe's boots, at least. ]
No. Not anymore.
[ The pain had been blinding, a burning numbness and then just nothing where his legs should have been. Then the agony and clumsiness of learning how to use his tail.
And all of it alone. Or mostly alone. ]
Been thinking about you.
[ 'Worried' would have been the honest word to choose, but he didn't want to use it. ]
They working okay now?
[ And his spiny other hand fingers Gabe's neck gills again, affectionate and a little fussy. ]
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As usual, they're thinking something similar about Gabe's boots, at least. ]
No. Not anymore.
[ The pain had been blinding, a burning numbness and then just nothing where his legs should have been. Then the agony and clumsiness of learning how to use his tail.
And all of it alone. Or mostly alone. ]
Been thinking about you.
[ 'Worried' would have been the honest word to choose, but he didn't want to use it. ]
They working okay now?
[ And his spiny other hand fingers Gabe's neck gills again, affectionate and a little fussy. ]