When the heavy force of Jedao's power spirals to nothing, it leaves Hakkai weightless in its absence: he's breathing in shuddery gulps of air, open and aching and scraped clean as a vanilla bean on its third dish. For a long time -- or, at least, it feels like a long time -- he floats there, Jedao's weight collapsed over him the only thing that keeps him from bobbing up to the ceiling and drifting away.
Eventually, he lifts one arm, marveling at its limp weight, and slings it across Jedao's shoulders to hold him close.
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Eventually, he lifts one arm, marveling at its limp weight, and slings it across Jedao's shoulders to hold him close.