Bulba stayed quiet and still at his brother's side. He watched his face for a short while, trying to take in all the little things that he normally didn't have the chance to do. The times they had spent like this before, Bulba was normally trying to forget everything in another selfish attempt at seeking some sort of warmth. Now he paid attention while he could, taking note of how tired he seemed. How much of that was from the fight and how much of that was from everything else, Bulba wasn't sure. His eyes trailed to Char's shoulder, and Bulba chewed the inside of his lip. To say that he was worried about the ink was a bit of an understatement. This was not a Char that Bulba was used to seeing.
The difference in his face between a Char that was simply at rest and one that had actually let go of his thoughts to go to sleep, while not incredibly pronounced, was still astounding to the Ivysaur. He didn't know how he felt about that. Actually, he didn't know how he felt about a lot of things. Under the shield of his brother's wing with only the sound of his sleepy breathing to distract him, it seemed like a perfect time to think about them.
He didn't know what to do to make things easier for Char. Talk to him, probably. About not having to worry about him, about what was going on with the dragon, the issues of rivalry... which just turned Bulba's thoughts to the fight. Now that he was content that Char was more or less all right and resting, he could let the other concerns that had been nibbling at his gut to come to the surface. He didn't know what to do about that whole thing either. Of course, maybe it would help if he had a better idea of what had happened.
When he was quite sure that movement wouldn't rouse Char from his rest, Bulba carefully slid off the bed and crept out of the room. Slipping down the hall, Bulba made a phone call. It was short, and it was hushed, and Bulba returned to Char's room with a nauseous stomach and a significantly heavier heart.
Crawling back on to the bed as carefully as he had left it was a bit of a challenge, but with a lot of patience he was able to manage. He curled up a little, not saying anything or doing anything else. There were a lot of things to be felt, but right now he just felt numb. Losing a friend he wasn't even supposed to have shouldn't have felt like this. It felt like he had unwittingly destroyed a small part of himself that he hadn't realized was important. What a horrible, hollow feeling. The only thing that came to fill the void was the weight of a guilty conscious that was, for once, rightly placed.
Bulba stretched back out. Very slowly, he moved a bit closer to Char and carefully hugged his sleeping form. He just needed to hold on to the only good thing that could have come from any of this while he could. He didn't want to admit how afraid he was that this would just be one more thing that he would mess up.
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The difference in his face between a Char that was simply at rest and one that had actually let go of his thoughts to go to sleep, while not incredibly pronounced, was still astounding to the Ivysaur. He didn't know how he felt about that. Actually, he didn't know how he felt about a lot of things. Under the shield of his brother's wing with only the sound of his sleepy breathing to distract him, it seemed like a perfect time to think about them.
He didn't know what to do to make things easier for Char. Talk to him, probably. About not having to worry about him, about what was going on with the dragon, the issues of rivalry... which just turned Bulba's thoughts to the fight. Now that he was content that Char was more or less all right and resting, he could let the other concerns that had been nibbling at his gut to come to the surface. He didn't know what to do about that whole thing either. Of course, maybe it would help if he had a better idea of what had happened.
When he was quite sure that movement wouldn't rouse Char from his rest, Bulba carefully slid off the bed and crept out of the room. Slipping down the hall, Bulba made a phone call. It was short, and it was hushed, and Bulba returned to Char's room with a nauseous stomach and a significantly heavier heart.
Crawling back on to the bed as carefully as he had left it was a bit of a challenge, but with a lot of patience he was able to manage. He curled up a little, not saying anything or doing anything else. There were a lot of things to be felt, but right now he just felt numb. Losing a friend he wasn't even supposed to have shouldn't have felt like this. It felt like he had unwittingly destroyed a small part of himself that he hadn't realized was important. What a horrible, hollow feeling. The only thing that came to fill the void was the weight of a guilty conscious that was, for once, rightly placed.
Bulba stretched back out. Very slowly, he moved a bit closer to Char and carefully hugged his sleeping form. He just needed to hold on to the only good thing that could have come from any of this while he could. He didn't want to admit how afraid he was that this would just be one more thing that he would mess up.