filetofish | PSLS BECAUSE GAY

Mm.

[He hopes so too. He only has so much skin too claw off.]

When I've got these bandages clean and dry you're going to have to let me fix you up. I'm not sure how much I can do to prevent scarring but I'm not gonna let your whole face fall off.

[See this sad attempt at a smile? No because Rean's face is hidden but that's okay. It's a pathetic face and not as reassuring as the continued gentle headpats.]

[Not like Rean isn't used to hideous scars he'll just look more manly. He can hear Crow's sad voice, that smile sure can't hide any sadness.]

Maybe I'll end up looking cool.

The face you already have suits you better.

[It's soft. Gentle. Crow loves it and that's so painful he just kinda wants to cut his own heart out.]

Does that mean you won't date me if I get scars?

[Look he remembers telling Crow he loves him. And he is kind of messed up. But he has feelings? He's trying to make this lighter but he kind of means it.]

I-- what? What kind of question is that?!

Haha... I figured it would be a no, anyway.

[Because this was the best time to ask someone out right? Anyway he's losing his mind you can't hold him accountable for his timing.]

It's not--

[...Well. It is a no, but...]

It's not because of scars. That's stupid.

Okay.

[It's not that he doesn't believe Crow. In fact, he probably believes him too easily? Just accepting that because, well, because Crow said it and he believes him.]

[That's kind of worse. The last thing Crow deserves is to be trusted ever again.

He can't do this. He just... can't. So he's letting go of Rean and crossing the room in desperate need of space.]

You should go back to sleep.

Crow...

[Goddess no don't... Leave him like this?]

I'm sorry?

[What the fuck did he do how does he get Crow to come back he's panicking here.]

D-don't go.

I'm not going anywhere. I'm just... finishing the bandages.

[Right. Taking them off the fire and out of the water and hanging them to dry.]

[don'tleavehim]

Okay...

[Not okay.]

[Yes don't argue.]

You should sleep through as much withdrawal as you can, if you don't want to wean yourself off the stuff.

I...

[He doesn't think he can, it literally hurts too much. But he doesn't want to say anything else to drive Crow away so he curls up tighter, eyes just on him.]

I'll try.

[He can try to ignore the crawling under his skin if he just watches Crow, right?]

Good.

[He can feel Rean's eyes on him but he won't look back. He just keeps working -- on bandages, on making the place more livable. He hopes Rean will just pass out if ignored long enough.]

[Well cool eventually he'll stop watching Crow because he's biting back his whimpers of pain, biting back any noise or hyperventilation until he's too deep in hallucinations to stop himself from yanking his arms away from hugging himself and clawing desperately at his flesh with a frightened keening noise.

It's really awful, he needs to get them out from under his skin.]

[Crow hears the shuffling and turns around nust in time to see Rean start clawing himself. He drops the piece of wood in his hands, immediately dashing back over to grab Rean's arms.]

Oh for Aidios' sake! Stop it!

[You've already got one hand wrapped up don't make him do more!]

Get it out get it out get it out getitout

[He's frantically still trying to claw himself, struggling, just desperately out of his mind.]

Knock it off!

[God! Fine! Hes rolling Rean back up in the blanket. Hopefully that'll hold him long enough for Crow to get something to tie him up with.]

[He's sobbing kind of incoherently but that's probably familiar enough.]

[Yeah. It kinda is. Crow's gonna go pull out some rope from. Idk. His rpg inventory. He's also geabbing the case of drugs and coming back to more neatly tie Rean up, hands behind his back, and jab him with a small dose.]

Hold still.

[He doesn't even have the coherence to really register what Crow is giving him, and he's just going to struggle against the ropes holding him for another five minutes before it starts to kick in and he goes... Still. Quietly panting.

At least the pain and hallucinations are subsiding but the pleasure is, uh... Actually... Different at a dose like this.

Anyway his skin is flushed but he's not in pain anymore so that's good. It's just the way he's panting is shifting from pained exertion to something a little more, well, suggestive of illicit sorts of pleasure.]

[Crow's ignoring that. He's just gotta be cool til the bandages are dry and he can stitch up Rean's finger and all that.]

Better?

Mm.

[He's not really catching his breath, but the way this is torture is at least... Not as terrifying? Not as inherently terrifying. There's a lot still bad about it.]

Crow...

[He is... Having a hard time thinking, of what to say. Or rather, his mind's a mess and he's losing his filter but he has enough coherence, shreds of it, to know that not having a filter is bad right now when he knows what he currently wants (has wanted for a long time, maybe).]

Don't leave.

[Even if he says weird stuff stay...]

I need you to stay.

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