As Minnos firstly mentioned the thought of separation a gurgle of sound, feint and short, came out of Volca's throat. Volca frowned with desperation and listened with a heavily sunken heart as Minnos went on. Lowering his chin and head, as if scolded, tears began to form and slide down his cheeks dripping down to his, partially open, chest.
Hearing that Minnos was also wanting to be with him as much as he did, Volca raised his chin so that he could look to Minnos as he further explained. Though the next words that followed, made Volca shrink and his tears double. He watched as Minnos sat up after coughing and how he wanted to help the other, but his caught arms could only struggle further in the tangled clothing. So he watched hopelessly as Minnos helped himself.
As the other lay back down, Volca turned slightly, keeping his chin low and shoulders lower. As the other relaxed with his back to him, Volca pouted heavily and mustered all his power to stop himself from crying out.
Minnos- He cried out only mentally, not wanting to aggravate what was plaguing Minnos.
Getting off the bed, not caring for wanting to free himself any longer, the clothing that constricted him began to slip off since there wasn't any tension holding it together. Hearing the pieces of clothing hit the floor, he went down on his knees to pick them up off the floor. His breath shook then and after.
-Minnos-
With unsteady hands, his awful anxiety re-appearing, he tried to zip and button himself up. He managed to zip his vest closed but as he tried to button up his coat his shaky hands proved too difficult to control even if he did spend a great deal of time still trying to button-up.
Minnos-
Volca didn't sniffle, didn't whine, didn't make a sound other then his oddly timed breath, which he took from his mouth. Finally giving up on buttoning his coat, he stood up slowly and unsteadily. Heavy eyes on his vibrating hands, he anxiously brought them together in hopes of containing their tremors. Peering over his shoulder, he looked to Minnos and heart ache finally settled in. He swallowed harshly but silently. "I'll be-" He only paused to prevent his breath from shaking up his words. "In the next room." He turned and headed towards the extra room. "If you need me."
Volca's face twisted with pain and he clutched his chest after managing to say such words. He felt his knee's falter but he caught himself from crumbling. He stopped his advancement to catch his breath and steady his legs.
"Ha-" His breath drew out and he found it incredibly hard to take it back in. As he took his next step, he reached out to the wall to help steady himself.
Even thought he was frightened by his sudden bodily dysfunction he concentrated on his breath and found himself silently hyperventilating. Approaching the wall, leaning against it fully, he calmed his breath. "Good night." Volca spoke sincerely as he opened the door to the next room once he'd caught his breath.