crossmyheartandhope

. . . You know, I've seen worse than that. You know that I have.

...yeah.

I won't say it doesn't bother me -

[ speaking, as he lifts a hand up to stroke the back of hurricane's head ]

- but, it's at least not something to apologize for. Certainly, you shouldn't be the one to apologize.

[He doesn't lean into the hair pets, the way he usually would - is too tired to lift his head to do it.]

I coulda not been stupid.

That's not something you need to apologize to me for.

[ nuzzling him again, shifting as though to press closer ]

. . . That's a lesson learned for next time. Well, in any case, will we keep standing, or shall we make ourselves more comfortable?

[He trembles, a little; there's a long moment, when he doesn't reply.]

[If he just doesn't say anything, will he not have to answer?]

[ well

stepping closer in any case, more fully pressing his body - not just his upper torso but his stomach, one leg between hurricane's to press himself closer and closer, secure the blanket around him.

it's fine to stand too, though it's just that it's a little unideal if they're to share warmth - but he doesn't mind it. ]

[He doesn't say anything for a long time - just stays there, deflated and inert, like his strings have been cut.]

[At last, though, voice quiet:]

...we probly better sit down.

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Mmm, okay.

Here's fine?

[They're in the doorway. That seems - alarming, in ways it did not used to, two days ago.]

[He shakes his head, a little.]

[ considering it for a moment, before nodding ]

Then - lead the way?

[He hesitates, then nods - steps into the building and closes the door after them, leaving the place mostly in darkness, the only light that filtering in through the windows.]

[He heads toward the back and slips in through a door that opens with a press of a metal bar onto an empty stairwell, even darker; he digs his phone out for light and pads up in silence, past one flight of stairs, and then another, and then a third, before emerging onto another floor, equally empty as the ground floor.]

[ following the whole way - if hurricane won't hold onto the blanket then he'll do it, to keep it warm while he follows quietly; regardless, the entire time, he's holding his hand firmly ]

[He finally stops them in a tucked-away corner of the new floor, nearish a window but very much out of the way, blocked from view of the stairwell by placement of a wall.]

I guess... here's good?

[ surveying it himself - of course, there's nothing furniture wise for them to hide behind, and in his esteemed opinion if they're to be safe they should have the phone light off too, but it won't matter all that much anyway. from here - yes, like this -

it's a little high. he left his sword on his bike, in favor of looking more harmless to hurricane; if he needs it, he'll have to run down . . . so he'll need his eyes. the light will be necessary, then, so he can use them.

giving a nod after the brief moment of looking around, and he says, casually, ]

I suppose there aren't any closets around here, are there . . . ?

[ before he looks to the corner, looks up to him - in askance, does he want to sit first or should he? ]

[There's a brief pause before the reply; it's probably too dark to see the way his cheeks color just slightly.]

...nah.

Pretty sure this place wasn't residential.

[He kills the light on the phone - hesitates, then goes to tuck himself into the corner.]

Fire escape's out the window, if we gotta go.

Ah - alright.vDo only residential places have closets?

[ pulling the blanket around hurricane's shoulders again before, yanno, very casually sitting on his lap

as you do. ]

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I dunno. I mean. I guess there could be like some kinda supply closet or -

[That is about as far as he gets, because suddenly his lap is full, and he stops talking.]

[ I can't believe I edited just to add a typo

anyway, shifting a little, carefully neutral and casual in his expression while he adjusts himself and then presses his torso against the other's - softer, different, though his scent is still the same ]

I don't think the Game Tower is really residential, either . . .

[ in a soft voice, musing ]

[Going slowly red; he tips his head away from the cast-off light from the window, to try and hide it.]

Uh. Y-yeah, I guess - I guess there's probly a closet or two in a building that big, huh.

I'm sure there's one somewhere.

[ inclining his head to rest it against the other's shoulder, letting his head tilt so his breath ghosts hurricane's ear ]

Well, if you're comfortable, it's fine all the same.

[He opens his mouth, like he means to say something.]

[Closes it again.]

[Finally manages, with effort:]

This isn't, like. Too much...?

[ settling his hands behind the curve of the other's back, lacing his fingers together to embrace him ]

I'm fine, but is it too much for you?

[On the one hand, he does not often get the level of physical contact he wants, and this is... actually really nice. The weight, and the heat, and the feel of someone else there settles something inside him a little. He didn't even have to ask for it, which brings its own host of anxieties and insecurities.]

[On the other hand,]

It's. It's kinda, like...

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