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Guren Ichinose | Red | #A5211F

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[swordfucker]

What if I never say?

[ He doesn’t want to, especially after thinking he’d lost Dextera like that. Embarrassment doesn’t matter so much, anymore. Not here, not now. He should have done something first himself, and instead...

He squeezes their linked hands. ]

[passio]

…

[ dextera’s expression softens with some kind of amusement, but it’s far overshadowed by the tenderness he feels for guren’s words. how could anyone want him to stay that long?

in reality, dextera will go back to his house, because he’s made a home of it. but they live here, in the same town, and they see each other so regularly that it’s fine to entertain the idea of simply settling in and never leaving this bed, let alone guren’s home. ]

Never leave.

[swordfucker]

[Guren wasn't sure he could feel this happy anymore. In a place like this, without his friends from home, with all that he's done wrong, and with Dextera dead, or so he thought... But now, his chest warms up like he's had soup, and as he ducks his head down, he can't stop grinning.

It's a soft grin, as warm as the feelings rising from his chest to his face. He knows Dextera will go back to his house, and he wouldn't want it any other way. He needs free time to cope with all of this, in various ways. But he also wants to follow him over and spend time with him as much as normal.

This time, maybe they'll have a little more they can get up to? He can push that line in the future, when he's not so injured, and Dextera has spoken to everyone else. But for now... Guren's just thinking about all of it, smiling and unable to stop. He doesn't even have anything to say to hide it. He just lifts his glass of cola again and presses it to his own lips.]

[passio]

[ guren needs lots of time to heal, if days after the fight, he still looks like this—but dextera will gladly come around to check on him whenever he does leave, and eventually, guren will be able to come over to his house once again. ]

Heh heh.

[ feeling brave, in a way, but not that brave, he kisses the other side of guren’s glass of cola. he hasn’t touched his own yet, but once he pulls back from that, he’ll get it. ]

[swordfucker]

...

[Ahhhh... Guren is quiet at that, smiling and bright and interested, maybe too interested. He wants to reach out and grab onto this so much that it can't slip through his fingers, and that intense desire is alarming, almost. But he drinks his cola, slowly, now that Dextera pulls back to get his own.]

I should be good enough to be up and moving soon. [Or, he wants to, so fuck how he feels anyway.] Maybe we can go play some chess by then.

[passio]

[ dextera sips his own cola thoughtfully. the board wouldn’t be hard to transport, he thinks—if dextera ran home now, he could have it over before even an hour passed, but that would mean throwing himself at his housemates. ]

I can bring it.

[ still, he makes the offer—he was able to slip in last night to get to his laptop, but a lot of factors were working in his favor. now, it’s broad daylight. ]

[swordfucker]

You don't have to.

[Guren is quick to correct that. He's already finished his own cola, the cold hound, and so he puts his empty glass down and moves to lie down in the bed again, instead of sitting up.]

I know you said you weren't ready to run into anyone else. I don't mind keeping you to myself for a little while longer, either.

[Well, he doesn't know Dextera ran into people already, but shh.]

[passio]

[ dextera’s glass is about halfway empty, but when guren settles, dextera wants to as well. so he sets his glass aside, deciding not to say anything about his encounter, and slides further down into the sheets.

he’s warm. he’s happy. ]

…

[ he breathes out a sound like a laugh, lifting one hand into the air so he can keep signing without being tempted just to write on guren’s chest. ]

Here is good. Chess, later.

[swordfucker]

[ good... good. Like this, they can just enjoy time with each other. Guren can think again and again that Dextera is alive, that he doesn’t have to be in pain over that anymore. He wonders, of course, about the cost— was it really the same as Akira after all? He’d written it off as him not really dying, but now...

He turns, draping one of his arms across Dextera’s waist. He normally doesn’t face in like this, too embarrassed and preferring to have others be the ones who cling to him, but this is loose and he’s really missed him. Really. ]

Chess later. Sounds good to me.

[passio]

[ it’s completely and yet not at all different from how things were before. a simple kiss has only broken the tension between them, and dextera is glad he did it. he needed to. he needed guren to know what he felt, in case it became too late—in case they all only get one second chance. ]

…

[ dextera laces his fingers with guren’s. even if it’s a little warm for cuddling like this, dextera wants to be with him in every way while he recovers.

it’s the least he can do, after dying.

they’ll rest, dextera will make sure his bandages stay changed and his wounds are cleansed, and eventually, things will go back to whatever the new standard of normal has become between them. ]