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"Oi, hey now, wait, wait, You ain't coerce me into nothin'." Lukas put down his cup of coffee, just careful enough not to spill the piping hot liquid everywhere, and then moved to kneel down before Wyatt, putting his hands on his knees. "I gave you your massage, just like you asked. I touched you in the way you wanted me to, up until things started gettin' a little more spicy, then I asked you if that's what you wanted, and you freaked out, and I backed the hell off. Ain't nothin' bad happened from you, OR me. I put you right to bed, then came up here. You ain't nothing more than what I am, I assure you."

How was he supposed to be reassuring in this moment?! He was tired, and angry, and wanted to just curl up and sleep off all this stress and craziness, but he had already said how he felt, and it would seem like a goddamn lie if he were to back off now.

Lukas' eyes did go wide though, then hardened into a glare, taking Wyatt's shoulders into his hands and giving them a squeeze, perhaps harder than he meant.

"Manipulating someone to be 'affectionate'? Do you know how stupid that sounds? Like, what you were trickin' him to say good job? What, isn't that what kids to? What parents do? What EVERYONE does? You go and do something and hope for praise and to be appreciated for it, it ain't manipulation, it's goddamn human nature to want to be told yer worth something. I don't know enough about nothin' to say anythin' but from what I read, from what you SAID, in your own words, your ex was a ********' p***k who manipulated YOU into thinkin' that you weren't worth nothin' compared to whatever the flying ******** he was goin' after. So you need to calm yer a** down and talk to that therapist of yours, a GOOD one, and get it through yer thick skull of yers that you aren't nearly a big gaping a*****e that you think you are. You definitely weren't as big an a*****e I thought you were when we first met."

"Fine. Go. I ain't got nothin' else to say." Lukas let go of him, and the moment Wyatt was up, he flopped back down on the thin cot, and covered himself in his blanket, back towards the door.

There was no point in arguing or trying to convince him of anything. None of it mattered not if he wasn't doing any talking himself. He didn't want to go through that heart ache of being useless again, so he might as well stop it all now.

He wouldn't look after him, or go after him, or even care if the door was closed. All he wanted was to be left alone and to sleep.

Try as he might, sleep just wasn't coming. Maybe it was too uncomfortably warm. Or maybe he stomach growled too much to let him sleep... Or maybe it was that godsawful conversation with Wyatt that went no where that lingered on his mind even worse than learning all that stuff through scrolling.

... But ultimately, it would be hunger, and he got up, stomach warbling for something. There wasn't enough strength or patience in his body to bother to make some ramen or to heat up something in the microwave...

The cupcakes Wyatt left behind caught his eye after a moment, and again, his head and chest began to ache.

Food, he needed food, no matter where it came from. So he flicked open the container and took one, taking a whole huge bite out of it. He tried to get it down without tasting it, to get that little bit of spite out but... What came first were tears.

He hated this.

Not this, as in the cupcake or the fact he was a grown a** man sulking in his room alone at 8 in the morning eating a cupcake and crying, but the fact that everything went wrong. Wyatt had come up here to apologize! And he knew how much stairs sucked for him...

He couldn't just leave it like this. Lukas would never get any sleep. And even worse, he just knew this could all lead into a worse case scenario where thy just remained bitter with one another over all of this. And he liked Wyatt's stubborn, prickly a** far too much to just let that be that.

Once the cupcake was devoured, he gently closed the top, then went right out of his room. Just as Wyatt had done before, he took fast strides, nearly a run to Wyatt's camper. Barefoot and all, not caring about the sticks and stones under his feet, until he made it to the door, where he atleast had the decency to wipe his feet off on the outside mat, before going right into the Camper.

At first, it registered that he had made a mistake. Sure he could smell cookies and sweets, but there was no Sign of him. He poked his head in a little further to see a lump in the bed, and... Well, he nearly dove into it, cuddling as close to Wyatt's lump of a form without actually touching him.

"I'm sorry. I just... I kinda ruined your apology, didn't I? I'm really, really, super heckin' really sorry... I'm tired, and being tired don't give me any right to be an a*****e..."

Good.

Just... Good.

Lukas would have very much cried more like he had into that cupcake had he not felt Wyatt cuddle in closer to him. The instinct to wiggle under those blanket by his side and hold him close beat out any feelings of feeling 'sorry' for himself.

Holding someone like this was an incredible comfort in itself. When had he last done this and NOT felt confused out of his mind? Way too long.

Finally soothed, it took less than two minutes for him to conk-out himself, for hours and hours. It seemed unlikely he would move or wake up until he was shook away, and even then, the man was so exhausted even the sound of horns blaring wouldn't stir him.

As much as his body wanted to keep sleeping, his body craved sustenance more. No sound could wake the sleeping bear of a man, but what did was the smell of something delicious and very clearly not healthy for him wafting through past the curtain.

The moment he stirred, he new he was alone in the bed. Pillows just didn't have the same body feel as Wyatt had. And for a while, he didn't really move, only listening with a small sense of contentment to the sounds of someone cooking.

... Home. It felt strangely alot like home.

But home didn't exactly have the feeling of awkwardness like what he still felt lingered in the air.

Not caring how he really looked, Lukas got up out of the bed, and poked his head out from behind the curtain, peeking around to see if he could see Wyatt.

"Not to be a rude guest but... Am I welcome to come join you in a bit? I promise I'll be good... That smells way too good to misbehave."

“I dunno, Wyatt. Baking all those cookies then sleeping for... like, twelve hours can really work up an appetite. But thank you anyway.” The place was tiny enough as it was, so he knew better than to wander around too closely and risk burning himself or causing issues for the other man. So he plopped himself down at the table, under some dangling succulents.

“I ate one of your cupcakes, you know.” It was clear that getting some sleep did wonders for his mood, and his accent. Both were much more clear and easier to comprehend. “It really was good. I near swallowed the whole thing whole. How’d you learn to cook and bake so good?”

"If Necessity leads to deliciousness, then I won't question it. Of all the things I can do... Cooking is not at the top of the list." Lukas' head rolled back a little, his eyes closing and craving more sleep but craving food more. He would be patient and perhaps return to bed if allowed to. His own felt far too far away to bother with.

"I would agree with that... There's all sorts of love languages out there, but none of them seem to really explain the kindness and affection that goes into making food for another person. Not in a huge scale, like a restaurants, but smaller batches, made for someone special... Or when you 'accidentally' make 'too much' and give that to others... It's a special sorta sweetness, I think... Or maybe I'm rambling because I'm tired and starving." He chuckled just a little bit, opening his eyes to lean forward, maybe even put his head on the table to rest a bit more, but nope, food was already being served.

".... Just water. I want to go back to sleep after this. There hasn't been nearly enough of that in the past 48 hours."