[ He's an empty glass. It's all been poured out, it's spilled across the Complex, its staining whoever he's told. Its the dregs that remain now, little things with little claws sunk deep into his thoughts that scream if he tries to get them to leave. He can't pry them off alone.
Cole closes the distance between them and tips forward, folding himself down so that his forehead can press against Solas's shoulder. Solas is much less than him, he's a beam of light to his heavy shadow, but he leans on him just the same. As always, he hopes that Solas will have the answer for him, because Solas usually does and Solas usually knows what to say in a way he can understand. ]
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Cole closes the distance between them and tips forward, folding himself down so that his forehead can press against Solas's shoulder. Solas is much less than him, he's a beam of light to his heavy shadow, but he leans on him just the same. As always, he hopes that Solas will have the answer for him, because Solas usually does and Solas usually knows what to say in a way he can understand. ]
How do you take it away?