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 Posted: Fri Jun 03, 2016 11:29 pm
Once more, Arias found his brows knitting; he sat up, confused. He seemed to falter and struggle for words, but even if he didn't know what to say about Nick's confession, he knew how he felt about all of this.
"…But I don't want you to go," he protested.
…Even if Nick didn't know what he wanted, and even if he didn't have the answers, yet, Arias didn't like the idea that he was out there—dealing with all of this—alone.
That he'd been scared out of his mind and didn't know what he'd gotten himself into.
Arias didn't want to make things worse, even if he had no idea what was actually going through Nick's head.
"My bed's better than yours. And I still have some of your movies at my place. If you sleep over, I can keep you safe, at least. I don't want to go to bed and wake up tomorrow and wonder if all of this was a dream. You don't…"
He swallowed, and tried not to sound as pleading and pathetic as he felt. "You don't have to go."
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Posted: Fri Jun 03, 2016 11:35 pm
The knight snorted, shaking his head. “Don’t be rude. You’re bed isn’t nearly as nice as mine…though having someone in the bed with me is always better than having an empty one, so…yeah ok. I’ll stay over.” He moved back to Arias and dragged him up into his arms, lifting him with surprising ease, holding him as a husband would hold a bride.
“Hold on tight now.”
With an almost halfhearted smile, Whisler jumped off of the building and landed smoothly on the ground, still holding Arias close. He put the male on the ground and changed back to normal. “Lead the way, love. I’m tired as hell, and I want to feel you beside me.”
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Posted: Fri Jun 03, 2016 11:41 pm
Though Arias probably should have been embarrassed with Whisler carting him around like some delicate damsel in distress, somehow it still managed to just bring a smile to his face. He didn't argue about whose bed was better (it was definitely his), but he did take the opportunity to enjoy Whisler's warmth, and the tightness of his grip as he jumped them down from the rooftop.
"I think I can manage that," he promised, only now that he was on the ground he turned to Nick and scooped him up. It wasn't an easy task, without the benefit of being powered, but Arias didn't care. Carrying around boxes of flour might not have been traditional workout, but he wasn't dainty or fragile. Besides, he was a big brother. He'd carried a lot of extra weight in his life, and while Nick definitely wasn't a teenaged girl, the trip back wasn't that long. He offered Nick a tired, but reassuring smile.
He wasn't going to stop loving him, even if he didn't understand him, and planted a kiss on the male's forehead before he carried him home, to bed.
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