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[ you do, too. he could say that. that's what i want to give you. yes, that, as well. he doesn't want jun to get hurt again, knows it's absolute hogwash to think he wouldn't but that didn't falco would stop trying to make sure he was there when he always needed it. hell, it'd make him try harder. a heat swells up within him until what was in his chest makes his face swelter green, even as he still silently works with cotton balls, gloves and forceps. it gets harder to ignore. it gets louder in him, yelling despite his quiet. what if something else happens to jun and jun doesn't know? what if something happens to him and jun doesn't know? he's been through this before.

he's learned to take his chances as they come because they are young and the world they live in doesn't care. the inhale he takes is quick in preparation and by now, his hovering hands are shaking when he finally blurts out what's been making his heart race so fast: ]

—I like you.

[He feels that heat and embarrassment and strange... strange feeling. He turns and stares at Falco over his shoulder. Did he just -]

... What... kind of 'like'?

[ even with falco’s own eyes constantly diverting, he knows they’re on him. he’s taken the microphone and just, like. yelled into it, after all! it’s to be expected, but hardly made any easier. now it’s even hard to keep cleaning, but good thing he’s actually finished? it allows him to place his tools on the towel over his lap, and sort of busy himself with putting away the smaller things. gloves off, gauze out, and tape, too.

he hovers there, with everything in his lap, in silence, with his eyes finally diverting the most to what he’s gathered. his face is too green to wander up, and his heart hasn’t quit battering in his ears.

until they do. they have to, to be honest with his words. he wants to stay true to them. his eyes meet jun’s to elaborate, at last. ]

Like . . . Like.

[ it felt as if weights have left his shoulders. he’s never liked a boy, even though it wasn’t a problem. but it was different and new and making his chest do all sorts of things. ]

I just— wanted you to know. N-not to make anything harder, I— [ he swallows so dry his voice may crack. ] I just want . . . To see you happy. However that is.

[He stares back into Falco's eyes, shifting so he's facing the other more properly.]

[This could be so many things. He just wants to know which one so he knows how to react. He reaches out and takes Falco's hand, squeezing it gently.]

Falco. Which kind of like? You still haven't said it. And... I don't want to assume things. I'm not... good at relationships. You know that... and it's still tough for me to work out what's going on in a relationship.

So I need you to tell me. What kind of like are you talking about?

[He can feel his own heart pounding, but he needs to know. He needs the facts before he assumes something and does something horrible.]

[ falco visibly and audibly fumbles with his words. confessing makes people so dumb. like, so dumb! no matter how many times he thought he was okay practicing in front of a mirror, it's not going as planned and throwing him off loop. now he can hardly busy himself with the rest of the work with jun turning around.

he had to breathe in, calm down, and look for words that made sense. breathe in, calm down— perle is encouraging and adds to his thoughts. that's it, falco. you've got it. not too much, but not too little. who knew that would come to use? ]

It's— The kind of like, um, in 'Eros', that's— romantic.

[He watches Falco, calmly observing as he seems to go through about twelve different shades of green. At least he knows now that it's a blush and not him being sick...]

[He has a suspicion, but when Falco says it - ... yeah. Yeah, he thought so. He squeezes the other's hand reassuringly. He's not going anywhere. He's here. He's solid and real and there's nothing that's going to tear him away from Falco. His voice is quiet and calm when he speaks, though it's taking some effort to keep it that way.]

I mean... I'm not... good with emotions. I barely know my own, let alone how to sort things out from yours. But I...

[He ducks his head a little bit.]

That post a month or so ago about how to know if you had feelings for someone... that was... me. But I... you were going through a lot, so you probably didn't see it. But I... people kept telling me to say something before it was too late.

I just...

[He leans in and presses his forehead against Falco's, breathing in sync with him.]

I'm scared you're going to get hurt. That one day we're going to be out somewhere and... and something will happen.

[He can still hear the bang of the gun, still feel the bullet whizzing past him.]

But I'm... tired of being scared.

... I l -

[Damn it, he's trying. Give him a second while his entire face goes red.]

I love you too.

[ jun was right, on that hand of things; so much had happened when he had returned from the cocoon that didn't even look at his omni, he didn't see how the network was fairing. he didn't know and had little idea that jun was in mutual agreement. he listens, only blinking occasionally, but his hazel eyes grow big, and his shades of green only running so deep it's close to hunter, and he feels absolutely hot.

he's heard love and he only hadn't used it to rush anything as he has in the past, but that— that is what this is, right? even if attraction fiddles away with time or something, what would still remain was love. he wants to say something, but his mouth runs dry. the pressure against his forehead is a hovering presence he's hyperaware of. there are a pair of eyes at the level of his own, his chest is tight, and he doesn't know if he should breathe in and risk it feeling so deep or heavy. was his tummy a tumbler right now? very. a fuzzy tumbler that's going to give way to nice, heated clothes on a chilly day. that's exactly how he's feeling.

it's almost a little too much for him to go through at once. he needs a moment. for one, falco probably looks so silly with rubber gloves and gauze with tape still ready to be shredded into rectangles on his lap. it's not bad. this is not bad at all, he's actually feeling— the best he's felt in a while. the anxious jittering in his chest is making his limbs feel limp and his head just a touch dizzy, but not the kind he'd fall from.

falco's lips pull back into a smile that keeps switching between pursed and flatlined. maybe he should take the gloves off? he doesn't need them now, anyway. he could hold his hand better, just slink his fingers into his own and hold and— his palms are stupidly sweaty. ]

W-wow. [ and that's all he says for a moment, dumbly, with his smile going crooked and his head pulling back some just for one reason. ] I, um— want to kiss your forehead.

[ he is melting and this might as well be . . . one of the best days of his little life so far. ]

... Go ahead.

[He puts his hands on Falco's shoulders, squeezing gently. He isn't sure what this feeling is, but... he likes it. Even if his face is totally red...]

. . . Okay.

[ it’s . . . well, it’s much better than nice. falco’s chest goes a flutter with skipping beats when confessing not only goes super Well, but— this!! his first peck anywhere!!

his inhale is so shallow it’s barely a hitch, but he does dip his head down just enough, chin back and lips forward, to press them chaste and sweet to the middle of the boy’s forehead. not too fast or too lingering, just . . . there. there’s hair in the way, but warm was the skin beneath it, and wherever else he happened to touch.

that. he’s tumbling inside like a raging spinner. he’s melting. melting, i say! and he cannot help, after a moment, to embrace jun around the head and shoulders. ]

[He feels warm, but it's not a fever. It's... like being wrapped in a warm blanket. He lets out a long breath and lifts his head once Falco's done, nuzzling into him. It's... nice. He's safe, and he feels comfortable and fuzzy when he's around Falco.]

[He tugs the other boy, guiding him to sit on the edge of the bed.]

You're so special to me... I... I want to protect you. I'm scared of something bad happening to you. But... but know that I'll always be here to help you.

[At least he was taken, not Falco. At least he was hurt, not Falco.]

You're such a good person...

[He lifts a hand to brush through Falco's hair gently. He's careful to not tug, just gently carding through the strands and scritching gently.]

You make me happy... I hope I can make you happy, too.

[ that was something that had been nagging at him lately— was he still a good person? he wanted to be, but his choices in action hadn’t reflected the one thing he’s always tried to steer from. he thinks about it every day, every night, when his thoughts aren’t occupied. was it still just to be called “good”? was that even possible in the place they’re in? he thought it was, and . . .

now might not be a good time to put a damper on a mood so sweet, inviting and refreshing. so relieving and daunting all at once. hands and fingers so gently swiping through his short-cut strands of sandy hair. he doesn’t know how much heat his skin could take. he wouldn’t melt, right?

because on the inside he was already reduced to a puddle. ]

You already do. [ he gestures to the boy’s back, wanting to make him comfortable to do whatever he wanted. whether it was to lay down again, eat or read, watch something, go for a walk— ] Let me wrap you up. Then whatever you want to do— I want to do it with you.

I... okay. I just... want to hug you. I just... let me hold you so I know things will be okay.

[Because things are always better when Falco's around. He's so strong and sweet, caring and fierce... how did he ever get this lucky?]

Thank you, Falco. For... for being here for me.

[ it's that sort of thing that just washes his worry away, even if it's for a moment, or a few hours. ]

. . . I'm thankful I can be.

[ it's time to get that gauze around him, though. with access to his back, falco begins to finish up on keeping the wounds protectively padded, and at the same time, somewhat breathable. if there was any more draining to be had, it'd soak it up. falco is gentle in pulling down his shirt to cover everything up, clicking his things away back in his travel kit of aids— and couldn't feel more buzzingly blissful.

—so, hug? his arms are held a little openly for a moment, but he's already leaning about halfway forward. ]

[He doesn't resist, just trying not to pay attention to those little flushes of heat when the other's fingers brush his skin. There's no more draining to be done, but at least the stitches are behaving for the most part. Whoever did it knew what they were doing, even if they didn't care for Jun's health or comfort.]

[He turns and rests his head on Falco's shoulder, hugging him firmly. He's afraid the other will disappear, but... why should he deny himself happiness now? He's got happiness right in front of him. Doesn't he deserve to have it, if only for a short time?]

[Jun draws in a sharp breath, giving the other a brief squeeze.]

... I love you.

[He'll say it again, as many times as is needed. He doesn't bother to ask, just presses a gentle kiss to the side of the other's jaw, blushing and burying his head in the crook of Falco's neck afterwards. His voice is muffled when he speaks again.]

Stay here with me? For a little while?

[He pulls back and shifts so Falco can sit on the bed with him.]

M... maybe I could rest my head in your lap... if that's okay?

[ oh, that— he said it again. he said it again and it does not lessen the amount of surging he feels. all that emotion at once and then, with the swiftest peck on his cheek, falco grice just about expires. he might have become so hot that he's fogging up his space, and thank god he didn't wear glasses or those would have become cloudy too. it is a sudden spark of delight and fluster and goodness that he might even be speaking backward in his head at this point, conjuring up sounds that are not words at all because he has thrown all grammar out the window in favor of becoming a massive, bloated, gooey marshmallow sent to heat in an oven.

he might have said something jumbled right now ("uh, bluhmuh, lub"), but one may just accept it as a "yes", because he's shimmying further into the bed's middle to support his legs comfortably all while giving space for jun to lay down the way he wants.

he will get over this short-circuiting soon, probably. ]

[Jun just chuckles and lies down, resting his head on Falco's lap gently.]

You don't have to be so embarrassed, Falco... it's just the two of us. It's not like we have to go announcing it to everyone, okay?

[It's none of their business. For all most people have to know, they're just really good friends.]

... You'll be all right. I'll... I'll make sure of it.

I-I don’t feel embarrassed, I think, I’m just—

[ flustered!! and fumbling!! with his words again!! word salad!! he can almost feel himself get dizzy with how much heat is pricking at his face up to the tips of his ears. his hand, at least one of them, hovers over jun’s head until he could settle them over his hair.

if there was something he knew how to do, at least, it was being communicative. taking a moment to watch over jun, he just feels . . . !! ]

It’s— It’s a good feeling. I’ve never felt so warm, and happy, and— really mushy—

[ he lowers to hide his face into a gentle bury against jun’s belly. he’s smiling in there, for the record. and muffled: ]

It’s so good—

[He leans into that touch to his hair - so gentle, so calming. It bugs him when other people do it, but not when Falco does it. It's... strange. The sudden burying of his face into his belly gets Jun to laugh a little and brush the shell of Falco's ear.]

It is. I feel really nice, and I can feel that you feel the same way. I just...

[He nudges Falco so that at least one of his eyes is visible for Jun to look into.]

... I want to protect you. You're... you mean the world to me. I... I can't imagine life without you anymore. And I want to make sure you can have a life worth living here. So... I'll work hard so I can do my part.

[He winces as the stitches stretch. Ah. A reminder.]

... But not right now. My body needs to heal. ... And I've been thinking... do you know any darkbloods who are good at using their abilities?

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[ falco’s ears feel tepid to the touch, but when fabric and hair is brushed aside in favor of seeing his eye, he rises, and gladly offers both of his to jun. they pool with pride and adoration, but there’s a twinge in his heart that is small, but not unnoticeable. there is something he hasn’t told jun, yet. it’s not as if he wants to keep it a secret, but . . . indeed, he doesn’t want to ruin a day such as this one. a day that has plucked him out of another dip into a second wave of corruption.

he had something to hope for, and with. ]

I can, um, [ one of his hands rise to touch the back of jun’s, without exactly allowing the other to leave his head. no wonder— it was just as nice. ] I’ll check with people I know. Were you thinking of learning blood magic?

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[He doesn't know what the feeling in his heart is, but... if Falco needs to say something, Jun trust that he'll say it. If not... that can come later. He nods a little bit at the question.]

Mm. Something like that... I want to be able to use whatever I can. And this place gave me a way to do something... I think I can probably move things, I just don't know how yet. I remember I moved a book when... um. When we had that fight...

[He doesn't like thinking about that fight. Neither of them were in their right minds. He huffs and leans to nuzzle Falco, but his back complains.]

Ah... I... just want to be able to help. If I can use it to fight back...

[ telling him not to was something falco couldn't do. jun had every right to want to learn how to protect himself and protect others. he could help. he had to, and with jun curled into him with his head on his lap, falco cradles his arms around him to keep him welcomed. ]

Is . . . Mister Palamedes a darkblood?

[ peter was also a darkblood, and that meant, by extension, paimon . . . but he'd have to ask about that before recommending it. ]

[He snuggles into Falco, warm and safe. It's... good here. He's all right. Things are going to be okay.]

I don't know. I thought it might be rude to ask people their blood types. Where I'm from your type supposedly defines your personality traits, but it's different here...

I could ask him, I suppose.

[ now, that's the first he's heard of that. falco lifts his head and straightens his back, but doesn't pull his hold away completely. instead, he looks interested. ]

It . . . Defines your personality?

[ —back home?? ]

It's not real, it's just superstition.

[He huffs and looks up at Falco a little blearily. Bah, pseudoscience.]

Like type A people are supposed to be neat and anxious, type O are leaders but insensitive... uh... I don't remember the others...

[He shrugs and rolls back over, closing his eyes. He must be more comfy!]

I'm blood type A, but that doesn't mean anything, really. It just determines what sort of blood transfusions I can get. Or... could, I guess. Since my blood is different now.

[ falco's eyes hold a touch of interest as he accommodates to jun's moving about for the right spot to lay around in. once he seems situated, the blond pulls a light blanket over him and tucks in the corners. ]

What blood type would I be?

[ come on....... it sounds fun!! ]

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