[He hates this, this artificial feeling of being closed off, like at any second Kravitz could disappear and he'd be alone here. He'd be alone, with nothing, stumbling through the fog and he can't-- he can't do that, he can't be alone. This isn't his memory, but it feels like it could be, because it could be anything. It could be anything but it's nothing, will continue to be nothing.

He grips to Kravitz harder, all of a sudden, starting to feel a million miles away himself.]

No! No, I. Fuck.

[Don't go, don't go, don't go, don't leave him here.]

That's not what I meant, you-- I just, I mean you don't have to for my sake, if you didn't. Want to, or whatever. I'm just sayin' you don't have to put on some emotional performance you don't want. Especially for me of all fuckin' people.

[Ugh, this sounds stupid. It's all dumb and he doesn't know how to fix it, and he defaults to what he does with Lup. He presses closer, bumping at the shoulder, purposefully at the hip, wrapping both arms around Kravitz' one.

In the end, he just tucks himself close. Taako doesn't know how to even be here, doesn't know how to be emotionally available, so he lets Kravitz feel the heat still in his body, lets him maybe feel a little more alive, for just a moment.]