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Kind of keen to meet her. See what we could've been dealing with.

[ and some redhead solidarity, maybe

--ah. quickly, tears prickle at the corners of his eyes. imagery Bad. experience Bad. ]

Today was just brutal and unfair even more than a lot of the others have been. Even though we know everyone's coming back tomorrow. And- mmh.

Mm... It's too bad we'll have less than a week to talk to her.

[ well he kind of regrets asking, now. he'll just set the cocoa down on the nightstand before turning to press a light kiss to chrono's cheek, full attention on him. ]

Yeah, it was. Knowing they're coming back still doesn't change how they leave in the first place. [ it doesn't erase the pain, physical or emotional, for anyone involved. trauma is still trauma. ] Sorry, man, I didn't mean to dredge up bad memories.

[ he's just worried. ]

[ the kiss earns a tiny, grateful smile even if he doesn't look up. he'll lean against him, like usual. close. better. ]

No, you're good. Thanks for reminding me I didn't have to watch. And for asking. [ a shaky sigh. ] How about you? Figure the answer's probably similar, but...

You were right there telling me not to, weren't you? And we're supposed to help each other.

[ as he leans against laurence, he'll slip an arm around his waist in a loose hold. ]

You know, the usual. Fucking awful, but we have to deal with it somehow. [ ... ] It's a relief that it's over, though. That they'll be back tomorrow.

Feels like a million years away, tomorrow.

[ sighs, and takes another long drink of his cocoa to drain it. being held is nice, but tense hands still grip the empty cup. ]

Can I sleep in here tonight? Pretty sure Taair's gonna be out again. [ ... ] Really don't want to be alone.

Kind of does, right? Like it's still impossible.

You know I don't mind. I have plenty of blankets, and you shouldn't have to be alone, anyway.

Probably'll feel that way until we actually see them.

[ mm well then. he glances away, not blushing but still feeling sort of awkward in asking - ridiculous, given (gesturing at the last flatview replies) but nevertheless. ]

Would you... sleep. On the floor with me. Please.

Probably. But it's something to look forward to, anyway. Letters really aren't the same.

[ gives him an amused look. ]

What're you being so weird about it for? It's not like we haven't done that before. [ granted. taair has been there most of the time, and then they'd passed out for the one time they were really alone. ] I don't mind. We can make it comfortable.

[ might be better if the bed was bigger, though... well, anyway, ]

Is it weird that I'll kind of miss mail day anyway?

[ okay now he's blushing. stupid ]

It's different asking!! And this is your room, with your own bed, so-- [ ah. hm. ] We could... give it a go?

Mm... I don't know. I kind of started to look forward to it and I've never even had "mail" before this.

[ half-shrugs. you get used to things.

and he did not even realize that thought was being shared. hm. he pulls his arm back a bit without thinking about it, a little embarrassed and betrayed by his own mind. ] I... If you're okay with it...?

I think God should give us interdimensional mail once we go back. Least they could do after all this shit.

[ oh no you don't. he's reaching out to grab that wrist back and bite back his own embarrassment to even the self-betrayal there. hookay. ]

Laurence I have debated asking you like the last three times I was in here.

That or texting at the very least.

[ ah... caught... and now it's his turn to go a little pink. ]

You... wait, seriously?

Maybe we can keep our phones.

[ he should get his screen fixed... ]

Yes, seriously? [ wow. stupid ] You think I'd prefer the floor over you?

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Guess we've still got a week to figure it out.

[ but this... he groans and leans against chrono again lightly. ]

I don't know, man! I haven't really thought about it! [ hhhh ] But... if you want. It's fine with me.

I'll argue with God. Not scared of 'em.

[ sighs so deeply, mostly at himself, before dipping to press a kiss to laurence's temple and loop the arm around his waist, this time.

i thought about it, ]

I do want to. Good.

Yeah, I know you will.

[ has not forgotten his insistence on fighting god a few weeks ago, ]

...Okay. Good.

[ awkward little idiot. but he's... happy? pleased with this outcome. so he shifts to steal a quick kiss. ]

Just lemme get the extra blankets, I guess?

[ that's still on the table if there's even a tiny bit of reason to!!!

ah? the kiss flusters him a little, very cute...?? it's really nice when laurence reacts like this, like he realises that he's allowed to have things he didn't even consider. ]

Um. Yeah. I'm gonna go... get changed? Take the cup back down?

[ why is he wording everything as a question?? he'll stand, shuffle out the room with a little reluctance. ]

[ giving him an amused look as he gets up. ]

Alright. I'm not going anywhere.

[ time to make this the coziest bed he's ever had ]

[ this is a speedrun attempt in motion; down the stairs, mug into the dishwasher (still too fussy to just leave it in his room), back up, into his (yes, empty) room, changed into a loose shirt and shorts.

and back. record time. totally unflustered, please ignore the fact that his shirt is inside-out. ]

Hey.

[ buddy. it doesn't take long to fix up the bed so he's just vibing by the time chrono's back and just. looks at him and laughs. ]

Is your shirt inside out?

[ no he will not leave it alone ]

[ he's uncomprehending for a moment, head tilted, before glancing down and sure enough. ]

--damn it.

[ facing away modestly to take it off and flip it right side out!! look it's been a long day. ]

[ not the modesty after curfew. unfortunately laurence really does find it funny, and kind of cute? but he won't prod too hard about it after what happened earlier.

he's still sitting on the bed checking his phone for any updates now that it's extra cozy but he sets that aside for now. ]

You sure you're okay...?

[ he's clearly out of it. ]

[ all of this is extra stupid after curfew.

anyway with that fixed. he's kind of stuck for a second. so instead of answering the question normally, chrono fidgets before just... like...

walking over, climbing onto the bed, wrapping his arms around laurence's shoulders, and pulling him back with the motion while simultaneously tucking his face into his neck. ]

[ not quite the answer he was expecting, but he doesn't resist at all. he shifts easily to accommodate with a sigh, slipping his own arms back around chrono's waist. ]

Sorry, Chrono. [ softly. ] We don't have to talk or anything.

[ they can just chill here if he wants. ]

Don't apologise.

[ muffled

he shifts his hold, rearranges them a bit. it's not really a sleeping hold, yet, but a comfortable one anyway. seems he's been anxious about cuddling. ]

I still want to talk. Or listen, maybe.

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