[I see them at night, when I'm alone. The faces of those we killed. Do you?
I don't have to look for them Reg, they find me.
Alfred knows better than most about the type of nightmares that plague Oswald, having had similar ones ever since he was a young solider. He has been visited by dead friends more often than living ones and when the smaller man wails out in the dark he doesn't even have to ask why. The panic and raspy breathing as one tries to break away from the icy cold touch of death and decay, the voices of people he's wronged or killed clanging about in his head like church bells, not to mention the endless cacophony of gunfire that seems to have followed him for most his life.
Oh yes, he knows those dreams very well.]
It's okay.
[He soothes, his voice a tender grumble as he wraps his arms tighter around Oswald's small, shaking form.]
I'm right here and I'm not going to leave you. I swear.
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Date: 2024-12-21 10:35 pm (UTC)Do you?
I don't have to look for them Reg, they find me.
Alfred knows better than most about the type of nightmares that plague Oswald, having had similar ones ever since he was a young solider. He has been visited by dead friends more often than living ones and when the smaller man wails out in the dark he doesn't even have to ask why. The panic and raspy breathing as one tries to break away from the icy cold touch of death and decay, the voices of people he's wronged or killed clanging about in his head like church bells, not to mention the endless cacophony of gunfire that seems to have followed him for most his life.
Oh yes, he knows those dreams very well.]
It's okay.
[He soothes, his voice a tender grumble as he wraps his arms tighter around Oswald's small, shaking form.]
I'm right here and I'm not going to leave you.
I swear.