"That's me." She smiles, and pats the spot beside her on the couch. "C'mon? Hermes told he what happened. I won't bite, honest." The smile doesn't waver as a flicker of green power unfurls, wraps around him like a thin new vine.
"Did he?" He's tired, and it sounds -- yes. Sitting sounds like a good idea. He goes to her and does just that, smiling as she smiles.
"Mmmhmm. Amnesia, right?"
He nods. "Amnesia. S'so... frustrating."
"I'll bet. You feel lost, don't you? Too far behind?" She leans against him, and he can't find it in himself to protest. Instead, he nods as she pushes the green into his mind, cool and calm and so very careful.
"...lost. Stuck in -- something that isn't mine." He blinks slowly, as her mind wraps around his. Everything's slowing down, covered in green honey. Gumming up the works, and he can't think to complain. She smiles again.
"That's no good." She kisses his cheek, fingers threading through his hair. "Maybe you should rest? You sound tired." Another push.
And he does, doesn't he? Because he is
tired. So tired...
A yawn, and he nods. "Y'don't...?" You don't mind? Please?
"I don't mind, no. You need your rest, hm?"
"Mmm." His eyelids flutter shut... and he's gone.
And Amber smiles and cuddles up next to him, as she peels his mind like a grape. Time to undo this foolishness, and get her