( everything kind of feels like he is dreaming right now, all warm with sleep, the crown of fragrant flowers on his head that he's definitely accidentally squished because he forgot about it. he must be dreaming, because matt's here, and matt's dβ
except.
matt really is here, laying adjacent to zoro on the bed of boss, smiling sheepishly at him. the dreamy, sleepy smile fades as he sobers, eyebrows knit together, propping himself up on an arm as his gaze traces him from head to toe and back again, looking for β the obvious shit. the black wounds all over his skin. the brand on his chest. there's nothing. )
no subject
except.
matt really is here, laying adjacent to zoro on the bed of boss, smiling sheepishly at him. the dreamy, sleepy smile fades as he sobers, eyebrows knit together, propping himself up on an arm as his gaze traces him from head to toe and back again, looking for β the obvious shit. the black wounds all over his skin. the brand on his chest. there's nothing. )
I had a bad one where you were dead.