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When the rag fell onto his chest, Kalore huddled back into himself, whimpering softly. Was Monty really that mad at him? It wasn’t like he thought that he had been hit, but it felt like Monty had just given up on being nice. Why care for someone if they already know that you hate them and you’re doing this out of pity? When his cheek was touched, however, he made another small sound; almost of fear. Hearing his words, however, Kalore slowly looked up as his heart rate was up and his breathing was nearly impossibly fast. He was too close to hyperventilating, but he spoke anyway; his voice soft, barely audible.

“I… I can’t have… I can’t have you hate me…” Whispering the words, he shook his head again. Tears began to well up into his eyes but he didn’t bother to stop them. “You… You’re all I’ve…” All I’ve got left. He didn’t know how to actually say the words as he simply reached over, hugging Monty tightly against him. The action hurt, badly, but Kalore had missed the demon. He had missed being under his control at night when they were alone, missed sitting on the counter as he talked about aimless things, watching Monty cook what Kalore never could make. The elf missed everything, even the growling, grumbling, and muttering of the demon that so many people disliked. He missed it all and wanted to have it all back. He couldn’t, though. Monty might not hate him but… he wouldn’t take some druggie back, as he had so painfully told him.

Body shaking, the man closed his eyes tightly as he simply nodded. He didn’t want to be hated by this man; anyone else, he didn’t care enough about for them to hate him or not. Monty, though… he couldn’t lose this man again. “Don’t… Don’t make me leave again…” Whispering his words, Kalore felt like some child, but for once he really didn’t care. He simply wanted to be with Monty again but… would he allow it? Breath slowly coming back to him, he rested his forehead against Monty’s chest, shivering still but not pressing any closer unless Monty allowed it.

Never had the man been this scared, or at least not for a long, long time. “I…. I don’t want… I don’t want to go away again. I can’t.” he shook his head again, feeling like some girlfriend that kept getting stood up. He still wanted to be around the man, but Monty had hurt him so badly.. but that didn’t change how he felt about him. Maybe it should have, and maybe he was just being some fool. At the moment, though, in all his pain and current misery… Kalore could take being a fool.

Finally starting to calm down, Kalore nodded as his arms wrapped tightly around Monty. He didn’t know where this break down had come from, but a sigh of relief almost washed over him as he realized that he was much… calmer down. Closing his eyes again, the elf took another breath, speaking softly as the air slowly left him, “I… I missed you, Monty…” He tilted his head, placing a tentative kiss on the demon’s cheek, still not completely sure on what it was that they were going to do with this. Before he could say anything else, he spoke quickly of a different subject, “I think… that I can try the water again…” Kalore was almost scared, no, he was scared, of what it was that Monty would do with the kiss and his words. It was best to just ignore it before the demon really did push him away.

Facing the toilet, Kalore closed his eyes before he nodded. “I… I’m sure.” The press of lips on his cheek caught his attention as it gave him some form of push. Nodding once more, his lips parted again and he took a sip. This time he could keep it down but by the fourth small sip, he was retching into the toilet, gripping it for dear life. More came out this time, but it only caused him to whimper in pain as his chest clenched and his stomach was screaming at him once more.

Eyes closed tight, the man thought about that. “I… I don’t know.” He wanted to get better and that would mean that he had to get to where he could get all of this out of his system, but with the drug at this high of a quantity… Kalore wasn’t completely sure on what it was that he could do in order to get better. Eyes opening again, he glanced over at him. “C-Call… call Joker?” Another flash of fear went through him as he remembered his last meeting with Joker. That hadn’t gone well… at all. “He… He might be mad at me, though.”

Kalore nodded just a bit, “O-Okay.” He knew that he probably wouldn’t be able to clean himself up and for some reason that really… bothered him. Badly. Instead of thinking of it too much, he sighed softly, glancing up at him as he rested against his cheek. Now his eyes had adjusted to the darkness of the bathroom and he could watch him, almost perfectly, “I… um… I kind of got into a… it wasn’t really a… um… fight but…” he immediately looked down. Kalore had kicked Joker, hit him, yelled at him… “He… He’s probably mad at me.”

Not bothered by being undressed, Kalore was messing with his hands, actually focusing more on the lack of focus that his eyes had than what was being said. It was actually kind of embarrassing on how it was that he had acted with the man that had tried to help him, but it wasn’t like he could do anything to change that now. Glancing up before looking directly back down, he spoke softly, “Um… I yelled at him… kicked him… ran away while he was supposed to be watching me… Rave probably got really mad at him for that…” Muttering all of his words, he continued to not look up, biting his lip softly.

On a normal circumstance, Kalore would have freaked if someone messed with his feet but the man was still out it. Glancing up at him, he shook his head again, “I… I don’t know… I hadn’t thought about it but…” Kalore looked down again before he felt the hand on his own cheek and he soon was looking up. “If you say so…” When Monty clenched, however, a frown was on his features as he now reached out, touching Monty’s cheek. “Is something wrong?” this close and this long I the darkness, the elf could see most of Monty’s features, but the clenching of his jaw had been something that Kalore had quickly picked up on for when the demon was upset about something.