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Smiling just a bit at the other, he nodded some before he rested against Gambler, kissing her gently, “I would want to have you, no matter the hour, no matter the moment. To be away from you is to be away from the very thing that causes my heart to beat, Gambler.” Another kiss and Rave kept her close, making sure that she was against him perfectly, molded like perfection as she had been before. “How I survived without you, I do not know.”

The panic came back into his form as he quickly shook his head, the movement too much for him as he quickly clutched his head. “F*ck…” Whispering his words, he shook his head again before he glanced up at the man, his eyes wide. “I… I don’t want to go through that again… you won’t make me… right?” Kalore wanted to know what it was that Monty had gone through, but he didn’t want to know enough to go through the purging again. He didn’t think that he could take that again. His stomach was already churning as he thought about it, remembering the feeling of losing himself as his body tried to keep itself calm as it hacked up everything that he had.

Smiling softly, Rave nodded slightly, “So I’ve been told.” With that memory, a flash of golden sunlight was beginning to go into Gambler’s hair and his eyes widened just a fraction. Shaking his head just a bit, his hands began to rest on her hips again as he smiled a bit, leaning up to kiss the lips of that adoring face. Why did she have to give him the same look that she always gave him? Rave partially wanted to tell her to stop it but… he couldn’t do that to her. No, he would just have to get over it. The memories had to be happening because he was so tired. Had to be.

Fear beginning to fade again, Kalore nodded slowly, “P-Promise?” This change of emotions, something constant, he didn’t think that he could take it and he wasn’t even the one dealing with it. Closing his eyes again, he rested his head against Monty’s shoulder as he spoke softly, “This… This hurts…” His eyes didn’t hurt quite as bad now that the light was gone, his stomach beginning to calm down, but there was this ache in Kalore’s chest that just wasn’t going away. Shaking his head again, he gave out of a shaky whimper before his arms crossed over himself, almost trying to hold himself again. This would fade, logically he knew that, but… at the moment, it didn’t feel like it was ever going to go away.

Listening to what it was that the other was saying, he slowly looked up before biting his lip, resting his hands on his shoulders. “I… Tell me… tell me what it is that you did… what you did over the… the past few months, Monty…” He didn’t know why he wanted to know so much, but he couldn’t help but rest against his shoulder, curious and almost worried. Was Monty happy to have had him gone from him? Was he upset now that he had to actually deal with him? All of the self-doubt and all of the fear was obvious in his eyes, but he didn’t know what it was that he was going to do with it. The fear… it was there and he didn’t know what it was that he was going to do with it other than just show it and hope for the best.

Kalore had never thought of what the demon was, though. He had known him as someone that he lo-… liked. Someone that he truly cared for and someone that he thought for sure liked him as well. Now he simply wanted to use him as a release from the pain that he was feeling. “Then… Then tell me anyway?” Kalore’s eyes were wide as he continued to watch him. “Just... just distract me… Please, Monty… It hurts…” His hand was touching his own chest, surprised a bit as he realized for the first time that he wasn’t wearing anything but the pants that Monty had given him. To feel his own overheated skin… it surprised him.

Eyes widening some, Kalore sat up straighter as he glanced up over at the man, sitting on his lap as he didn’t really know what to think. “Wait… But…” Shaking his head again, Kalore continued to look confused before he spoke again, “You… you wanted to… to make sure that I… that I wouldn’t want to be… be near you…?” His voice was soft, terrified almost. So Monty really did hate him. Looking down, Kalore’s eyes showed panic as he hid them with his hair. Maybe he should just go to Joker’s or something… the man probably didn’t want anything to do with him either, though. Was there anyone that wasn’t mad at him? “I… I see….”

He said nothing as he soon was looking down again, closing his eyes as he felt the other setting him back into the water. It was cool by now, but he was thankful for it until his body began to shiver. “I… I don’t…” He huddled against himself before glancing back over at the other, opening his eyes just barely to do so. If he was jumping to conclusions then what did the other mean? His lips parted to ask him but soon his eyes were downcast as he simply continued to watch the water, feeling the rag on his forehead. “Thank… Thank you…”

“Do you…” Kalore’s voice was nothing above a whisper as he finally glanced up from his huddled position, watching Monty. His gaze, even, was shaky, petrified almost. “Do you… do you hate me still, Monty?” From what the demon had said when they first fought, he had to assume that there was at least one time where he was hated. Sure, Monty had said not to assume anything, which was a good thing with the paranoid and panicking man, but at the same time… who knew? It seemed like he had reason to be panicked and paranoid. Did Monty hate him? Did he truly want rid of him or was he actually doing this because he cared?