Half in a trance Julien opens feverish eyes, his tinted inner eyelids staying closed. His eyes are larger, their whites less visible, but they focus fine, pupils adjusting in size.

"Oh," he says indistinctly, lips not moving. He can't remember the last time he saw him. "Aaron." There's something he should say, if he can focus a little more. Focusing is bad, though. Flailing and thinking don't help either. He has to endure this no matter what he does. It's more peaceful to just lay here. Julien closes his eyes again, a hint of water showing under his eyelashes, and cups his wing over his chest.