[ It's both comforting and not, what his brother says. It does some to soothe the heavy weight in his chest, but what does more is the physical presence of his twin enveloping all of his senses. He noses against Knives' throat, his arms shifting to wrap tightly around him the best he can, their legs tangling together. ]

I know you aren't going anywhere. [ There's a pause, and a hand pressed to Knives' back shifts into a fist. ] While we're here.

It was the worst everything had been, what I remember last. What if we just go back to that? Not listening to each other.