[ keith's always full of surprises -- and maybe a deceptive amount of strength is one of them.
still, it jars him for only the bare flicker of a moment more than it actually pushes him any amount of distance. he can still feel the weight of all of keith's gravity in the blinking second after, like a phantom limb when he's no longer clutching at him, holding nothing between his arms at all. the air cools with the draft blowing in through the wooden boards nailed over his window. the old room creaks in the silence, but his heart's thrumming loud inside of his skull.
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still, it jars him for only the bare flicker of a moment more than it actually pushes him any amount of distance. he can still feel the weight of all of keith's gravity in the blinking second after, like a phantom limb when he's no longer clutching at him, holding nothing between his arms at all. the air cools with the draft blowing in through the wooden boards nailed over his window. the old room creaks in the silence, but his heart's thrumming loud inside of his skull.
there's really no recovering after all of that. ]
. . . have you picked up another client?