[Hob noticed the way Morpheus looked at their hands when they touched. How his fingers curled into the blanket or.. how they might have curled around his own hand if it were still there. It made his chest feel tight.
When he's told to have his laugh, he does. Chuckling softly and dropping back to lie on the blanket. Staring up at his friend, he notices how much softer Morpheus' features look in the sun. Hob's own face is peppered with the flecks of light that break through the leaves of the tree above them and shift when the wind blows.]
Tell me about it. What's it like?
[His purpose. His function. Hob is curious and wants to know more.]
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When he's told to have his laugh, he does. Chuckling softly and dropping back to lie on the blanket. Staring up at his friend, he notices how much softer Morpheus' features look in the sun. Hob's own face is peppered with the flecks of light that break through the leaves of the tree above them and shift when the wind blows.]
Tell me about it. What's it like?
[His purpose. His function. Hob is curious and wants to know more.]