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his own hands

Jeremiah let out a shuddering breath and curled briefly against Algie. "I know," his voice was still soft, "but that it was-" There was no point in talking about it. The potential was there, they had just been made to see it. That when pushed the things that needed to be done could be done.

That he, when backed to a wall, could do the things that were horrible and necessary.

He did not like it but he could accept it.

"I'll start cooking dinner again," he said after a moment, "but I would prefer if you would let me know what you might like." Not forever but for a little while it was what he wanted. It would be easier if he wasn't just doing it out of habit but out of it being for Alg.

his own hands

Something cracked again. It was the night Algie was back all over again, it was coming home and it not being Algie, it was knowing that he had been broken then put back together but did not know what that meant. Jeremiah let out a shuddering breath, kissing back as he was kissed and wrapping his arms around his husband's neck.

"I love you," he whispered, his voice a little shaky. His eyes burned but he paid it no attention. It was important to know that they while this portion they had walked separately it was ultimately together and they were back once more. Stronger for it, even if-

"I would ruin the world for you," his voice was hoarse, "but hopefully it doesn't come to that. You keep me grounded, Alg, through everything and I'm more aware of that now than ever." His fingers tangled with his husband's, the ones that were warm and soothing. Alg's feelings were there but Jeremiah's were there as well and they echoed.

"It's alright to breathe because you'll be there." His eyes closed to bare slivers. "... and I'll be there for you so you have the same." It was, now more than ever, them against the world.