This is... Me, too. Right now I still feel like me. My mind isn't that clouded. I know who you are and that I love you and that you're a huge jerk.
At least... At least touch me. Please. You don't have to do anything, I know I'm... disgusting I just... Need to feel... Like I'm not so awful I can't even be touched.
[That's the most important thing, here. Crow really really thinks touching Rean when he's like this is a bad idea, though. And yet he can't stand the idea of Rean feeling so bad about himself because of something Crow did to him. So he's cautiously going to pet his hair.]
I promise you no one could ever think you're awful.
[He's pathetically grateful just for this much, leaning his head into it, wanting so much more, feeling a little dizzy with... Everything. He's not in good shape but at least it doesn't hurt much. Crow petting his hair is the best thing he's felt ever.]
...
[He wants to believe Crow because Crow's saying it, but it's hard to... Believe because he can't fathom it at all. That he isn't gross when he obviously is.]
[This just tired disbelief in his voice but he will take what he can get, turning his head so maybe the pets get his face some? He's so starved for touch. But he might be a little angry, even slightly uh, snappish? He can be pretty mean when he's in a bad mood okay, and even through the lust he can't help the bitterness of feeling like that's just an excuse not to touch him more, the sharp ache of knowing he's too gross to be desirable.]
Is that what you were doing all these weeks? Caring about my mental state?
[Wow. That stings. He can't say he doesn't deserve it, but the guilt's twisting a knife in his gut. Crow would really like to retreat, but he knows that makes Rean upset, so he doesn't. He does look away, though, going terribly quiet.]
...I don't have an excuse. But I'm trying to make up for it now.
[He thunks his face against the mattress, turning his head, trying to keep from making little whimpering noises at the weird sensation of the drugs making everything so distinctly... pleasurable.]
Sorry. That wasn't called for.
[It was probably entirely called for, but being Rean he now just feels kind of guilty about snapping at Crow.]
I... I don't care, honestly. I'm mad, but not at you. I shouldn't be asking you to do anything you don't feel comfortable with... You've already had enough of that, right?
[He knows Crow didn't enjoy it. That blank mask of indifference was so painful, when he was coherent enough to notice it.]
[Whoops. Well, he just... Shuts up. Nothing he can say will really be anything Crow wants to hear at this point, and he's too tired and drugged to otherwise filter himself.]
[Sigh. Okay. He can at least pull Rean back into his arms and hold him properly.]
None of it was your fault, and neither is being messed up about it. You're stronger than most people would be. Now I can't order you to be mad at me, but I'm the one who chose to go along with it, and that's my mistake to be sorry for. Got it?
[He leans into it, desperately needing the touch. He listens to that too, and it's... Reasonable? Reasonable enough. Except he still feels to blame on some level. If he'd been stronger, or...]
Fine. But stop... Treating me like I don't know my own mind.
You never gave me a chance! I didn't want to acknowledge it and then you left and it's the only thing I've wanted to tell you since, after I made you come back--but now I can't even do that...
[God he's so upset, even aphro drugs can't stop him from tearing up.]
You don't belong anywhere but with Class VII--no, with me! I was supposed to drag you back but I can't even manage that in this state!
[God it feels so good to be in Crow's arms and he is raising his own to cling to him, burying his face against Crow's chest and letting out a frustrated noise. Needy but also angry.]
Why not?! If you're not lying--why?
[If it's real, if Crow actually means that, why won't he just stay?]
You--you don't get to say that! You don't know how much I need you! I'll follow you to hell and drag you kicking and screaming if you make me, I... I love you, I keep telling you this, you say you love me back but you're just a coward.
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