[One hand up against the golden shielding of his visor. Wants to bury his face in his hands. Wants to rake his hands through his hair. Wants to ascertain the structure of the bones in his face and the lids on his eyes and the feel of the keloid braille texturing the back of his neck, assure himself that it's him, that it's him, that's not him.]
no subject
[One hand up against the golden shielding of his visor. Wants to bury his face in his hands. Wants to rake his hands through his hair. Wants to ascertain the structure of the bones in his face and the lids on his eyes and the feel of the keloid braille texturing the back of his neck, assure himself that it's him, that it's him, that's not him.]
[Doesn't.]
It's just that none of it went according to plan.