Bearclaw Valley relentless, invisible, indefatigable

sorry for the delay T__T

In the bruised dark, you feel more than you hear or see. He tenses at the touch at first. Old habits, they die like cockroaches— which is to say, they don't really die at all.
They sit there for a while, one pale and one dark, and he can feel the overlap where their shoulders touch, and then their sides, all the way down to their legs and feet. Warmth. The chemical reactions inside Evien eat up food and oxygen. Inside, catalysts and enzymes are ripping sugar chains apart into blazing sparks of energy but outside, it's so quiet. 
It's so still.
Hey, he lets his head fall onto Evien's shoulder. You couldn't sleep? Then, Me too.
They nurse the silence like a cigarette being passed between two pairs of hands. One drag, one drag at a time.