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As he touched his face, the man bit his lip gently as he fought the urge to run out of the room screaming. There was more than one reason on why something like that would have ended badly, but at the moment he could only bite his lip and hope that this fear passed. For the most part he hadn’t ever been afraid of Monty but for some reason… for some reason he was now. Listening to him, though, he nodded but there was a look of confusion. Curiosity… he had it and he grasped for something that he knew, something that wouldn’t hurt him. “What… what can’t you do that… that you would normally do, Monty?”

He whispered his words, not trusting himself to speak any louder as he hesitantly touched the man’s hand. Kalore didn’t push him away, however, but instead was bringing him closer, closing his eyes tightly. “Help me… Dear Goddess, help me.” He knew that something was wrong but the man didn’t know how to fix it. Getting the drug out of his system would take a day or two but he didn’t think that that was the only way to get help. He hoped that that wasn’t the only way because here was no way that he would be able to wait that long.

When the hand dropped, he had thought that he had done something wrong but soon was watching the man in front of him carefully. Biting his lip again, Kalore barely noticed the now bruised and nearly cut open lip as he leaned over, cupping Monty’s cheek. He couldn’t believe that he was touching him like this again… he couldn’t believe how much he had missed this. Shaking his head again, he spoke softly, “Then… Then how can you help me, Monty?” his voice was almost too soft to hear as his body was shaking; partially in fear and partially in the low temperature that the pills put him in. “I… I want you to help me, Monty.”

Kalore continued to watch him before he was resting his forehead against Monty’s shoulder, softly apologizing for getting him wet but he was tired. Sighing softly, the hand dropped and he nodded. “I... I want to rest…” Looking up at the other, he looked almost like some lost child as he continued, “Will you… Will you be there with me?” Touching him now, Kalore wanted nothing more than to cuddle against the warmth that his body was craving so badly, but he stopped himself. There was no way that the man would appreciate that… not from him. Surely after all these months, Monty was truly disgusted by him.

As the kiss was placed on his cheek, the man didn’t know what to do at first as he glanced over at him, wide-eyed. Why had he just done that? He couldn’t really tell as he bit his lip gently and wrapped his arms around the other. Kalore hoped that Monty didn’t mind, but as they laid down on the bed, his eyes closed as his body immediately was against the demon’s. It wasn’t sexual, but it was a need for heat; added to the fact that he was wet and already cold, not the best combination around. Sighing softly, he whispered, “I… I hope you… you don’t mind…” Muttering something about being cold, Kalore’s face was hidden in the chest of the large demon, wanting something warm and at the moment… safe.

Something that the pills did was make sure that nightmares didn’t become real. Kalore figured that he should have known that something was up, something wasn’t right, once he wasn’t having the nightmares anymore about Monty, but there was something about the dose of drugs that he had been given that had made it to where he couldn’t focus on things like that.

Lying there in Monty’s arms, cocooned against him with his arms and the blanket, Kalore found that he had been able to fall asleep easily, without the hours of just wistfully staring at the ceiling and walls, and was cuddled against the demon for hours. He didn’t wake up early in the morning like what he had been doing lately, but maybe it was because of the lack of drugs for a day? The thoughts didn’t occur as he kept close to the warmth of… someone. Who was he near? Who was it that was making him so warm? So comfortable?

It took some time, but Kalore could feel something on his face as he groaned softly, shaking his head before finally opening his eyes. He noticed a few things first. The main thing was that his ears were ringing from the snoring and from being this close to it. He also noticed, however, that there were arms around him. Blinking, he began to stir before he came face-to-face with the man. “W-What?” He wasn’t panicked anymore, instead almost giddy with the drugged happiness. Kalore’s mind was a bit clearer but not by much as he soon realized that he was on Monty’s chest, giggling the moment he figured it out. “Monty… Monty, wake up!” whispering in his ear, Kalore was laughing softly at the snoring that the other was doing. Why was that so amusing? He didn’t really know but... it was amusing. Quite amusing, actually.

The laugh ended up becoming a giggle-fit as Kalore shook his head, smiling more at Monty. Tugging at his hair gently, not hard in fear of angering the demon though it was just a passing thought, Kalore continued to giggle. “I think that you’re making it hard to breathe, Monty.” The smile on his face would have been welcoming to some people because of how down he had been for the past few hours and days that Gambler and her group knew him, but to Monty then he would know that it wasn’t Kalore being happy that he was being squished, but the drugs taking a small smile and enjoyment to new heights. The normal Kalore would have pitched a fit.

Moving so that he was resting on top of the man once more, there was a grin on his features as the giggles continued. He shook his head before Kalore placed his forehead on the man’s own, smiling more. “Monty… wakey wakey please… I’m hungry.” He could cook for himself, maybe, but the elf couldn’t cook well on normal circumstances, so drugged and giddy probably weren’t the best times for him to be cooking in someone else’s kitchen. Plus, he didn’t even know his way around the house.

Actually, why was he here anyway? Why was he on top of Monty and not finding any problem at all with it? There had to be a reason and surely he wasn’t going to be allowed to stay on his comfortable perch for too long; not when Monty woke up at least. For some reason he wasn’t panicked about Monty hating him this time, just accepting of it. Which one was worse, though?