filetofish | PSLS BECAUSE GAY

[He smiles just a bit wider.]

I'm counting on that. I'm holding you to talking to me more.

[He tabs Crow's chest gently.]

We might not have the answer now, but if we keep working on it together, I'm sure you'll get to a point where you have a good sense of who you are and who you want to be. At least as much as anyone else does.

We'll see.

[He's still not sure. He's still honestly really on edge, scared and confused. But he feels significantly better with Rean there. If he can't trust anything else, he can at least trust Rean. He should've remembered that before he took off.

But he didn't. He ran, and yet as should have been expected Rean came after him. He doesn't deserve forgiveness but he's not going to complain about getting it.

He takes Rean's hand in both of his, drags it up to kiss his fingertips. Crow feels threadbare, but Rean is solid, and he'll hold onto that.]

Thank you for finding me.

[In more ways than one.]

[Oh, well he'll blush just slightly. Finger kisses. But more important than cute romantic gestures is that Crow seems a little bit less freaked out.]

I'm stubborn and I hate losing. So you know I'll always catch up with you eventually.

Yeah.

[Rean's definitely stubborn. The harder Crow pulls away the harder Rean pulls back. It's been frustrating at times, but right now he's so grateful he can't put it into words. A lot of things still sting, and that's not going to go away without a lot of time and work, but having Rean there, being able to touch Rean, is grounding. Crow can almost believe it'll all be okay someday.

Almost. But that's better than it was, so here he sits, clutching Rean's hand like a precious thing and doubling over til his face is resting against his own arms. He closes his eyes and takes measured breaths, willing himself not to get emotional again just from relief. He's exhausted, but he doesn't want to stop feeling Rean's warmth, so he doesn't let go.]

You're really something else, Rean Schwarzer.

[That's Crowspeak for "I love you so much my heart might burst".]

[What a big gay. Rean scoots closer and tugs Crow into his arms, just because he wants to.]

I'll take that as a good thing. You feeling any better?

A little.

[He's fine with this. He'd like to pretend he's too cool to like being held but that would be a lie. He's just going to lightly put his arms around Rean and rest his chin on his shoulder.]

I'll feel even better if you let me sleep on you tonight.

Sure. That sounds really nice, actually.

[Rean on the other hand is not at all too shy to deny he likes cuddles? Holding Crow is great and he's gotten to like sleeping next to him, the few times they've fallen asleep together. Maybe it should be a normal thing.]

Good, cause I'm going to turn you into a Rean onigiri.

[In other words, Crow intends to wrap himself around Rean completely. Like he's already doing but even more so.]

That doesn't sound very appetizing.

[Look he's allowed to sass, he had to chase crow down for like a week.]

Don't sell yourself short.

[Crow likes being sassed honestly. It makes him feel a little more normal, so he'll just run with it. Let him joke around for now -- the issues will be there tomorrow.]

I think you look very tasty.

[Sorry Rean he's pulled himself together enough to flirt, so you're getting your ear bitten.]

[He yelps, blushing because that feels surprisingly nice despite it being his ear, that Crow is biting.]

I don't think that's a recipe anyone but you would try.

[It was a fairly gentle bite, but not as gentle as the nuzzle that follows.]

Lucky I'm the only one that gets to, then.

[Rean is far from immune to the sexy charms of Crow being really cute, but right now he's too relieved to make a fuss about it, sighing and leaning into Crow as he relaxes a bit more himself.]

I've got the rest of the week off, we might as well enjoy it, I guess.

Ah, yes. The silver lining in the cloud that is my winning personality.

[It'll be okay, maybe. At least, it feels okay at this particular moment, so Crow's gone from sad flopping to content draping. He's more tired than words can express, but he's remembering that being with Rean does, in fact, make him happy.]

If you squint real hard it might look like a vacation. Which, to be completely honest, you probably could have used before I gave you some new grey hairs.

I'm don't think I'll look as good as you do with silver hair, you know. Go easy on me

[That said this is nice, and he's standing up, pulling Crow with him.]

You look exhausted though. Let's take a nap and you can make me into onigiri or whatever.

I'll try to lower the difficulty level.

[He's not entirely sure he can do that, but he'll try. At least he'll maybe write himself some notes along the lines of "DON'T FUCKIN MOVE" to put in his luggage in case he freaks out again or decides to go do something stupid.

For now though he's letting Rean help him up, so they can go to bed. And then he is absolutely going to wrap Rean up like a tasty riceball, in that he's going to make himself the big spoon and then thoroughly snuggle him. He doesn't sleep still but at least at first it'll be cute. Before he rolls over and sprawls and kicks him.]

[Make a checklist for freaking out and make sure the only thing on it is "for aidios's sake, talk to Rean".

The cuddles are nice and honestly Rean at least sleeps like a normal person that isn't part octopus. Which means his revenge for getting kicked is just stealing all the covers. Checkmate, Crow.]

[How terrible! Crow does wake up at some point feeling cold, though. By now it's late but he is not a nice enough person to just accept the chilly consequences of his actions. So instead he starts unrolling Rean, tugging the blankets out from under him gradually.

Unfortunately this is going to result in rolling Rean straight onto the floor, but y'know. That's fine. It's funny. Crow's just going to let it happen and then, laughing like a big jerk, get back under the covers.]

[He's dating the rudest bird. He crawls to his knees and props his elbows on the mattress, looking at Crow with his signature flat, I'm about to sass you look.]

I think we have to break up.

[Don't freak out, the sarcasm is thick.]

Because I'm definitely going to kick your ass.

Oh no, whatever shall I do?

[He's so threatened, in his comfy blanket cocoon.]

Learn to be a good citizen.

[Rean suggests, getting back in bed and stealing Crow's pillow while he's too busy holding on to his blankets.]

Never.

[He's just gonna whine dramatically about it. Rean is the worst?? Crow's going to have to free one of his hands from the blanket burrito to reach for the pillow.]

Give it back, jerk!

[Like he's not a way bigger jerk.]

Sure, dear.

[And he drops it on Crow's head, dropping himself on top of it and Crow like Crow is a mattress. Squishing him and settling his head on the pillow.]

[God now he can't even unwrap himself. This is terrible.

He's just going to wiggle and make loud protest noises. He's also trying not to laugh.]

You're the worst!

Shh, beds don't talk.

[Making himself as comfortable as one can on top of a squirming blanket burrito.]

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