[ Easily and without thought, Sorey slides a hand over Mikleo's and presses it to him briefly as a new wave of gratitude for his best friend's safety sweeps over him.
It takes a moment, but his expression rebounds remarkably as ever. ]
I'll bet! Hey, you've already inspired me and I just got back!
[ A grin, even. ]
Looks like I've got some work ahead of me, if I'm gonna catch up to you!
[ There's a bit of a soft 'heh' from Sorey as his grin widens. Overdoing it might as well be second nature, especially in this department.
Mikleo's change of topic brings about a complete and total shift, however. One area in which he never intended to have a contest was in who could be gone the longest... ]
...You're right, by the way. It really does feel like only a few seconds.
[ While you're sleeping, everything feels so real -- the emotions, the sensations, everything. Even if it's just a blink. It's disorienting in the extreme, especially to wake back up in this place. ]
It's all so real...
[ His head shakes then, as though he's trying to clear the thought. ]
...Sorry. I know, I'm probably not helping anything by bringing it up.
[ He perks then, offering a warmhearted smile. ]
Anyway, the important thing is that we're together again.
[ It feels like they aren't dreaming; so much so, in fact, that...
Sorey has to stop himself short. Debating asleep and awake, dreams and reality, isn't... really how he wants to spend the evening, honestly. Furthermore, doesn't he owe it to Mikleo to readjust, rather than hinging on their time apart?
So, he lets that be all. Sets himself to enjoying those frozen treats he's missed, regardless of whether or not it feels like he's had the time to miss them, and gratefully enjoying whatever his best friend offers. If he says it's been six weeks, then it has -- simple as that.
Before too much longer, they're back in his -- their -- room. Whatever disease had just rampaged through the town, it seems both Mikleo and Sorey's small collection of plants both remained unaffected. As a matter of fact, they've flourished. Both of them, from the look of that well-worn hardbound journal on the nightstand. ]
[ Mikleo reaches, taking the journal and lifting it in order to offer it for Sorey to take. ]
... It's nothing special, but it should get the point across. [ And get Sorey caught up on everything. If he hadn't woken up when he did, Mikleo would have likely kept more than one journal... ]
[ Sorey takes the journal, notable care in his actions. ]
That's where you're wrong, Mikleo.
[ With that stern comment, he moves to take a seat at the head of his bed, reclining slightly against the headboard with the tome in his lap -- just like old times. ]
This is special. And-- [ his head shakes some ] --I can't thank you enough...
As long as it does what it was written for, then that's enough.
But... It really wasn't a problem. [ He wants to walk the same path as Sorey - for as long as he can - and he wants to help Sorey do the same. Just the same - the last thing he wants is for Sorey to be lost here. ]
[ Well... he should let himself trail off there. Too much more and Mikleo will start getting flustered and defensive.
A pause elapses, and it's then he seems to notice something, belatedly. ]
Sorry, let me scoot over. [ The bed really isn't big enough for two -- or at least, not two who value personal space. But only one of them falls into that category. ]
Say, Mikleo -- just a guess, but... you never went back to your old room after I fell asleep, did you?
[ He only came back to read and clean, really. There was no need for him to sleep - especially when they needed to find a cure.
He sits on the bed then - laying comfortable next to Sorey. It's been a while since they slept with one another... He spent the night with Sorey when he came back, but... he has a feeling that he'll be here more often. ]
[ A non-answer that equates to 'yes'. Granted, Sorey has no doubt Mikleo is telling the truth, of course. As a seraphim, he has few "human" needs, like food and sleep, and with a plague on the loose he likely spent more time working toward a resolution on that than anything else.
As he's joined, Sorey scoots down some to lay next to his best friend, still on his back with the journal in his lap. It has indeed been a long time since they've been like this, he reminds himself, even if it only feels like a blink. ]
It sounds like the outbreak started not long after I left...
I see. [ A couple lines further, and he's interrupted by Mikleo's follow-up comment. At which, he rolls over to face his friend, expression pure sincerity, and a concern answered by relief. ]
I'm glad you were. And... I'm sorry I wasn't here to help. [ Sorey glances down and back up again. ]
If I'd come back here to find something had happened to you while I was gone, I... [ --he's going to sound like a sap, but, well, too bad-- ] ...I don't know what I would have done, Mikleo.
[ Oh, he knows perfectly well what he would have done, realistically; he'd just rather not think about it. ]
[ The moment that hand hits his shoulder, Sorey already feels light years better. It's almost... like Mikleo is trying to offer a reminder that he's here, they're together. It's a gesture he's impossibly grateful for. To that, he can only offer a warm smile, and a note of gratitude. ]
Thanks.
[ As he has before, here again he finds himself compelled to take that hand that touches him, even momentarily forgoing his read to do so. ]
[ Mikleo offers his own smile in return = feeling a little better himself after being able to cheer up Sorey. ]
Just saying the truth. [ No thanks needed. He pauses at the feel of that hand touching his - hesitating a little before his fingers nudge against Sorey's. ]
[ The gentle nudge of fingers seems half-prompt, and half-opportunity to spread them slightly, allowing room for Mikleo to lace them, if he so chooses. Sorey won’t push, of course. It’s a simple comfort already as it is, just having their hands linked like this.
But there’s a pause, an unseen shudder in him at just how exquisite his best friend is in this moment: the glow of the room’s low light all around him, that gifted gemstone around his neck, a soft smile on his face that speaks so loudly... Combining it all together gives Mikleo an ethereal quality that jostles Sorey’s shoulders gently with a chill that rolls through him. He’ll play that off, directing their attention back to the journal like he wasn’t just staring in awe. (Seriously, where did that come from?) ]
You did a really great job with this. [ Focusing back on the book now; just ignore that dusting of pink on his cheeks. ] It’s still hard to believe I was gone so long... but, I guess now we’re even, huh?
[ It's the same with Mikleo. Sorey's green-colored eyes always seemed to radiate a warmth that Mikleo loved. It was words that he never spoke out loud - but Sorey's expression always spoke volumes, and... he always seemed to have the best intentions in mind. Although he could get in over his head, he had a good heart.
Though, it's the way he's looking at him now that makes Mikleo's breath still - fingers moving to lace within Sorey's. He missed him, that was for certain. Though, this was one of the instances where expression and actions spoke far louder than words. ]
... I suppose so. [ He says softly. ] In a sense, we're the same right now. It was only a few moments for you after I came back wasn't it?
[ Mikleo must have missed him terribly, to allow their fingers to lace so easily like this. To that thought, Sorey rubs the pad of his thumb gently over his best friend’s knuckles, a soothing gesture aimed to quell any doubts. ]
It was. [ A beat. ] I had so much planned... [ With a soft, vaguely frustrated sigh, his head shakes slightly. ] I wasn’t expecting to fall asleep that night and wake up six weeks later.
[ Though he won’t voice it, there’s a contrite quality to his expression then that implies he’s still so sorry about that, whether or not he had any control over it whatsoever. But rather than circle that topic again, he’ll simply squeeze Mikleo’s hand, and move onward. ]
I still do want to take you there -- to the place where I found that stone I gave you. I only barely got to explore it, so there’s plenty left to see! [ A soft smile. ] I think you’d love it.
[ And who knows? Maybe they'll find a green gem there, this time. And maybe, if they do, they'll set it into a ring for Sorey to wear under a glove. Wouldn't that be nice? ]
[ Mikleo's breath shudders when he feels that thumb move over his knuckles, eyes softening a little. He knows that it's Sorey's own way of trying to comfort him, and he appreciates it. Still, he knows that Sorey needs comforting of his own, as well. ]
... Let's make a day to go. [ He says softly. ] Once you're settled in - we can explore it. It sounds like there's plenty for both of us to see.
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It takes a moment, but his expression rebounds remarkably as ever. ]
I'll bet! Hey, you've already inspired me and I just got back!
[ A grin, even. ]
Looks like I've got some work ahead of me, if I'm gonna catch up to you!
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[ He knows how Sorey is with books, after all. ]
Though, I do suppose we're equal now. From what I recall, I was gone for just as long as you were.
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Mikleo's change of topic brings about a complete and total shift, however. One area in which he never intended to have a contest was in who could be gone the longest... ]
...You're right, by the way. It really does feel like only a few seconds.
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[ He doesn't want Sorey to blame himself for it, though. It wasn't his fault. Not in the least. ]
But, suddenly sleeping isn't something that neither of us chose, either.
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Yeah, and it's hard to tell which is really happening, sometimes. If that makes any sense at all.
[ His reading pauses as his head almost seems to swim for a moment. ]
Was it like that for you, too?
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[ Everything you see while you're sleeping then feels real... ]
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[ While you're sleeping, everything feels so real -- the emotions, the sensations, everything. Even if it's just a blink. It's disorienting in the extreme, especially to wake back up in this place. ]
It's all so real...
[ His head shakes then, as though he's trying to clear the thought. ]
...Sorry. I know, I'm probably not helping anything by bringing it up.
[ He perks then, offering a warmhearted smile. ]
Anyway, the important thing is that we're together again.
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[ He wonders if Sorey dreamed of home, too... ]
... Don't worry about it. It almost feels as though we can find out something new if we talk about this sort of thing.
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Sorey has to stop himself short. Debating asleep and awake, dreams and reality, isn't... really how he wants to spend the evening, honestly. Furthermore, doesn't he owe it to Mikleo to readjust, rather than hinging on their time apart?
So, he lets that be all. Sets himself to enjoying those frozen treats he's missed, regardless of whether or not it feels like he's had the time to miss them, and gratefully enjoying whatever his best friend offers. If he says it's been six weeks, then it has -- simple as that.
Before too much longer, they're back in his -- their -- room. Whatever disease had just rampaged through the town, it seems both Mikleo and Sorey's small collection of plants both remained unaffected. As a matter of fact, they've flourished. Both of them, from the look of that well-worn hardbound journal on the nightstand. ]
Is this what you mentioned earlier?
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[ Mikleo reaches, taking the journal and lifting it in order to offer it for Sorey to take. ]
... It's nothing special, but it should get the point across. [ And get Sorey caught up on everything. If he hadn't woken up when he did, Mikleo would have likely kept more than one journal... ]
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That's where you're wrong, Mikleo.
[ With that stern comment, he moves to take a seat at the head of his bed, reclining slightly against the headboard with the tome in his lap -- just like old times. ]
This is special. And-- [ his head shakes some ] --I can't thank you enough...
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But... It really wasn't a problem. [ He wants to walk the same path as Sorey - for as long as he can - and he wants to help Sorey do the same. Just the same - the last thing he wants is for Sorey to be lost here. ]
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[ Well... he should let himself trail off there. Too much more and Mikleo will start getting flustered and defensive.
A pause elapses, and it's then he seems to notice something, belatedly. ]
Sorry, let me scoot over. [ The bed really isn't big enough for two -- or at least, not two who value personal space. But only one of them falls into that category. ]
Say, Mikleo -- just a guess, but... you never went back to your old room after I fell asleep, did you?
[ #calledout. ]
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[ He only came back to read and clean, really. There was no need for him to sleep - especially when they needed to find a cure.
He sits on the bed then - laying comfortable next to Sorey. It's been a while since they slept with one another... He spent the night with Sorey when he came back, but... he has a feeling that he'll be here more often. ]
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As he's joined, Sorey scoots down some to lay next to his best friend, still on his back with the journal in his lap. It has indeed been a long time since they've been like this, he reminds himself, even if it only feels like a blink. ]
It sounds like the outbreak started not long after I left...
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[ He remembers. It was only a couple days after he had gone back to sleep when that bomb had gone off... ]
I'm glad that you were able to stay safe.
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I'm glad you were. And... I'm sorry I wasn't here to help. [ Sorey glances down and back up again. ]
If I'd come back here to find something had happened to you while I was gone, I... [ --he's going to sound like a sap, but, well, too bad-- ] ...I don't know what I would have done, Mikleo.
[ Oh, he knows perfectly well what he would have done, realistically; he'd just rather not think about it. ]
1/2.
I'm here. is what he's trying to say. I'm safe. Actions speak so much louder than words, really. ]
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Thanks.
[ As he has before, here again he finds himself compelled to take that hand that touches him, even momentarily forgoing his read to do so. ]
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Just saying the truth. [ No thanks needed. He pauses at the feel of that hand touching his - hesitating a little before his fingers nudge against Sorey's. ]
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But there’s a pause, an unseen shudder in him at just how exquisite his best friend is in this moment: the glow of the room’s low light all around him, that gifted gemstone around his neck, a soft smile on his face that speaks so loudly... Combining it all together gives Mikleo an ethereal quality that jostles Sorey’s shoulders gently with a chill that rolls through him. He’ll play that off, directing their attention back to the journal like he wasn’t just staring in awe. (Seriously, where did that come from?) ]
You did a really great job with this. [ Focusing back on the book now; just ignore that dusting of pink on his cheeks. ] It’s still hard to believe I was gone so long... but, I guess now we’re even, huh?
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Though, it's the way he's looking at him now that makes Mikleo's breath still - fingers moving to lace within Sorey's. He missed him, that was for certain. Though, this was one of the instances where expression and actions spoke far louder than words. ]
... I suppose so. [ He says softly. ] In a sense, we're the same right now. It was only a few moments for you after I came back wasn't it?
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It was. [ A beat. ] I had so much planned... [ With a soft, vaguely frustrated sigh, his head shakes slightly. ] I wasn’t expecting to fall asleep that night and wake up six weeks later.
[ Though he won’t voice it, there’s a contrite quality to his expression then that implies he’s still so sorry about that, whether or not he had any control over it whatsoever. But rather than circle that topic again, he’ll simply squeeze Mikleo’s hand, and move onward. ]
I still do want to take you there -- to the place where I found that stone I gave you. I only barely got to explore it, so there’s plenty left to see! [ A soft smile. ] I think you’d love it.
[ And who knows? Maybe they'll find a green gem there, this time. And maybe, if they do, they'll set it into a ring for Sorey to wear under a glove. Wouldn't that be nice? ]
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... Let's make a day to go. [ He says softly. ] Once you're settled in - we can explore it. It sounds like there's plenty for both of us to see.
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