Uwah-! [He raises both his hands, then quickly holds onto the bed to keep himself from falling backwards. Shiro jumps with a start, huddling close to Naruhodou. The lights flicker in the room.] A-Asougi... [He looked terrified. Slowly, he moves a hesitant hand toward his shoulder.]
[ Things seem incredibly heated right up by Asougi, though the heat dies off quickly enough, falling into a cold snap when his eyes come into focus and he realizes where he is and who he's with. He breathes steadily, glancing over at Naruhodou's hand on his shoulder, then slowly towards him. ]
. . . [Without another word, he leans forward and pulls his partner into a hug.] I'm here. [His voiced was muffled as his head was resting on his shoulder.]
[ There's a great deal of tension in his body still, accentuated by the cold snap that lingers in the air. But it wanes as Naruhodou pulls him in, and Asougi leans in against him, closing his eyes. ]
[He waits patiently for his partner to calm down before saying anything to him.] Take deep breaths. You're safe here. [He's taking a deep breath himself.]
ah-...r-right. [He might have flinched a little at that. Even if there was no bite behind his refusal, it still felt like he might have crossed something he shouldn't have.]
. . .Asougi. [He bites his lower lip. He pulls back, so he could look at Asougi in the face.] No matter what, I'm here for you. [He presses his hand against his cheek.]
[He smiles, though there was a hint of worry behind it. Should he just let this pass? It was just a bad dream, wasn't it? And yet, letting Asougi keep it bottled up inside felt like he was doing him a disservice as his partner. He shuts his eyes, bracing for what would come from this.]
Then...then talk to me. If there's anything I can do, I'll do it for you. I want to help you through this!
[The tension drops, as he lets out the air he had been holding in. It wasn't an outright no, but how often has he heard that from Asougi at this point? He didn't miss that sudden temperature drop when he pressed him about it again too.]
Fine, not now then. [He's sick, it's better to wait, eventhough his tone carried some wariness, worn out by the same response from Asougi. He gives himself a moment to regain his composure, then lowers his hand to lean into Asougi, his forehead pressed against his.] Mm, it feels like your fever hasn't gotten any better.
[ He knows it's tiring and while in some respects, he's gotten better at opening up and sharing with Naruhodou, there are still some things he's not ready to talk about. Those missing months . . . well, those were among the many topics he'd still kept locked away, not up for discussion. He lets out a soft hum when Naruhodou presses his forehead against his. ]
. . . I need at least a day or two of rest. I know that much.
Mm. [He should be resting right now, but after what happened...no, he has to try. He presses his hands against his shoulders, pushing him gently to lay back down, him going along with him.]
[He puts his index finger over his partner's lips. It's fine. He doesn't need to say any more. He slowly slides his fingers along his skin, down to his chin, then to his neck. He then moves his fingers back up along the same path, ending with his hand pressed against the side of his face, caressing him.]
[ He leans in to Naruhodou's touch quietly, glancing over at him through half-lidded eyes. He's not ready to close them and go back to sleep just yet, lest the nightmare be waiting for him again. ]
I know. [ He's quiet for a long moment, just leaning in to his touch. This is ridiculous, he should be fine, and yet— here he was, like this. ] . . . Thank you, Naruhodou.
[He smiles faintly at that, moving his head so that he was pressing his forehead against his again.] Anything for you. [Anything to keep you here and happy. He continues to stroke his hair, affectionately touching his skin with his other hand, gently reminding him he was safe.]
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. . . Naruhodou.
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. . . Mm.
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. . .Do you, do you want to talk about it? [It worked for him, but this was Asougi. Would he want to talk about it?]
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[ The answer comes almost immediately, though it's a soft response. ]
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. . . So will I.
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Then...then talk to me. If there's anything I can do, I'll do it for you. I want to help you through this!
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Not now . . .
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Fine, not now then. [He's sick, it's better to wait, eventhough his tone carried some wariness, worn out by the same response from Asougi. He gives himself a moment to regain his composure, then lowers his hand to lean into Asougi, his forehead pressed against his.] Mm, it feels like your fever hasn't gotten any better.
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. . . I need at least a day or two of rest. I know that much.
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I'm fine, Naruhodou. I'll get back to sleep soon enough.
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