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 Posted: Sun Feb 11, 2024 12:16 pm
For a few moments in the silence, Orien didn’t know what to do. Breathe? Let his shoulders relax and let out some of the tension? There were so many things that could go wrong. He didn’t want to let himself trust only to be betrayed.
He wasn’t sure if Jett would do that to them.
He wasn’t sure he wouldn’t push Jett to his limits and give him no other choice. Orien was certain that Kaelan felt the same way. After all, a lot of the time they shared the same thoughts. Although Orien’s memory was rather lacking.
So to make sure Kaelan wasn’t too distressed, Orien lifted his hand to gently rub at his back. He didn’t care if Jett was there watching them when he leaned in to press a kiss to Kaelan’s temple.
“You better not be lying to us,” Orien warned, although for as much threat he was tempted to put into his voice, it was too weak to actually mean anything. “If you end up dropping us because you’re fed up… I’ll break all those little ceramic things you keep out of my reach.”
Would he really? Maybe. He knew they must be valuable because Jett made sure that he didn’t do any dusting around them, and kept them locked away behind glass. If they were already being Orien proofed, then Jett would definitely be mad if they were broken.
Okay, maybe Orien wouldn’t want to do anything to get separated from Kaelan and thrown in jail but he could think about it. And Jett likely knew that too.
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Posted: Sun Feb 11, 2024 12:40 pm
Kaelan felt guilty for finding such strength in Orien’s little reassurances. He was doing his best to try and carry the weight of Jett’s attention so Orien could compose himself and calm down, but he felt so brittle and ready to fall apart.
He wanted to believe what Jett was saying. He wanted to be strong enough not to crumble under his gaze, no matter how well-intentioned.
Orien brought him strength.
Jett seemed patient while they went through their little rituals, however brief and slight they might have been. He never commented when they brushed hands, or shared a quick kiss. It would have done more harm than good, anyway.
He almost laughed, but kept it instead to a bemused smirk. “I’ll leave the stool out for you.”
But, it was getting late and he’d already taken up enough of their time. They were okay. Maybe still a bit uncertain, but he didn’t have to worry about them trying to sneak out or avoid him.
“I really appreciate you two giving me a few minutes to talk. I’ll get out of your hair now, I’ll see you tomorrow. Don’t let this food go bad,” he nodded to the bag, “And make sure you eat that fruit. It’s organic, so it’ll go bad faster.” He knew they kept to a tight budget so they were eating garbage most of the time, he wanted them to have healthy food every now and then.
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