of course he knows. he can read him like an open book. they practically think the same thoughts, feel the same things, their hearts practically beat in time with one another. a simple gesture says a thousand words, and tavros knows all from the moment his moirail starts to limp. he knows as soon as his temperature starts to rise, when the warm body in his arms starts to shake despite the heat of the tent.
but admitting it would be different.
it would shatter the illusion that everything was alright. he'd never be able to piece it back together. ]
I think, if we keep heading west, we should find Sollux and Nepeta's hive...
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of course he knows. he can read him like an open book. they practically think the same thoughts, feel the same things, their hearts practically beat in time with one another. a simple gesture says a thousand words, and tavros knows all from the moment his moirail starts to limp. he knows as soon as his temperature starts to rise, when the warm body in his arms starts to shake despite the heat of the tent.
but admitting it would be different.
it would shatter the illusion that everything was alright. he'd never be able to piece it back together. ]
I think, if we keep heading west, we should find Sollux and Nepeta's hive...