They bleed into each other again.
There are moments, touches, therapy appointments and confessions, separations—the latter at least are brief. But sunup to sundown, these things intersperse their lives, familiar comforts and pains that are interrupted by sweet and bittersweet memories.
Sometimes hard ones.
"Kagome…"
Patchouli tortures his senses, and Sesshoumaru closes his eyes against a splitting headache as the counselor speaks.
"…is there something you wanted to say?"
Something ozone-like spikes through the perfumed air, and his gut clenches, knowing what she has to say will cut deep.
Still…
Without hesitation, Sesshoumaru takes her hand. "I am listening."
