[ he doesn't go and say anything to that, just stares to the other mutant before he gives a lick over his lips and grabs his shirt off the couch once the glass is set aside. taking a moment, he slowly goes through the chore of pulling it back on. ]
Wanting to keep an eye on me. Make sure I don't pass out and never wake up again?
[ even as he says that, he slowly gets himself up. looks around. you know, expecting bobby to show him where these rooms are since it's not like he's familiar with the place. ]
[ Bobby stands up, too, and proceeds to show John the room, noting how the other mutant must be expecting him to. With a nod, he leads him to one that obviously hasn't been used with clean sheets and pillows. ]
Something like that. You said it yourself, I worry a lot and I wanna make sure you get some rest.
john follows along though. keeps relatively close but not too close. steps and movements slow because, even if he doesn't want to admit it, he's tired and his body aches from everything. coming up alongside him then, he stands there. stares to the bed and the room itself. ]
Gonna sit on the bed and make sure I fall asleep ok?
[ His response is swift and comes with a smile as he beckons John to get on the bed. He looks around, makes sure the room isn't dusty or anything of the sort, before his smile turns a bit playful. ]
Unless you want me to hold you in my arms and all that sappy stuff you don't want. [ Only teasing? Maybe. ]
making his way over to the bed, movements remain slow as he eases himself down onto the bed and just sits there for a moment. tired. lets a breath leave him before he's just pinching the bridge of his nose. eyes closed. just... sitting. ]
[ Bobby acknowledges the fondness and gives the other a fond smile of his own. As he watches John sit on the bed, he fully expects him to lay down that he's surprised he doesn't.
Sitting beside him, he wraps an arm around his shoulder, concern palpable on his features and in his voice. ]
[ bobby goes and wraps an arm around him and john just... sits there. hand dropping away from his face, falling to his lap. for a moment, he's quiet. contemplative. as if mulling over whether or not to say something. lips parting then, he stops. goes again. ]
You remember... at your shitty apartment in the Down? When I told you about that guy?
[ licking over his lips, he looks to bobby then. ]
[ He replies, gaze drawn to the bed side ornament, not surprised John will bring this up, especially after Bobby noticed the network post this Alec person did. The hand around John's shoulder loosens his grip a little, knowing where this conversation is headed. He retains his smile, though. ]
How do you feel about it? Did you guys already meet? Does he remember his time here?
[ Does he remember you? is the correct question, but he doesn't pursue it. Must be some reunion, he thinks. He's happy for John, especially looking back at how he talked about the guy. ]
[ his time here, both times. them. it has john let out a breath, has him lick over his lips and stare ahead as he mulls over what to say. what he's feeling. ]
He was... a lot of my firsts. [ he's sure he's told bobby that before, but still feels the need to reiterate that. ] I just keep feeling like he's going to disappear. Again. For a third time.
[ swallowing, that's when he looks over to bobby. ]
I don't know if I can handle that again, you know?
[ The other's name leaves Bobby's lips as a soft, gentle murmur, brows creasing in concern at what John's telling him right now. He holds his gaze, there, with an understanding yet soft one of his own, his grip now tightening a little and squeezing in reassurance. ]
I understand why you'd feel that way. [ And he's obviously an important person to him. ] But - [ Offers a gentle, wider smile. ] The important thing is he's here now. If it ever comes to that, I'll be here for you through everything. [ He'll make sure of it. ]
[ the sound that leaves him is a soft one. bitter, but soft. ]
You don't want to see me like that.
[ shake of his head, he lets his gaze drift away from the other. stares across the room. ]
When I say I was a fucking mess, I mean I was a fucking mess. A lot meaner than I usually can be, too. I did a lot of shit— burned a lot of shit. I hated everything and everyone. But mostly myself. For letting myself feel anything for anyone here.
[ a lot of it now feels like a blur to him with how long it's been, but. he still remembers. here and there. ]
I'm trying to be better, you know? But it's fucking hard sometimes.
[ Brows furrowing, Bobby offers a sympathetic expression towards John, pulling him just a bit closer to give him a little more comfort. He can just imagine how broken John was during those times, and even then, he wanted to be there for him. Wanted to be here for him now no matter what that entails, what he sees because of it. ]
I know. [ It's soft but reassuring. ] What's important is you're trying and that's good enough no matter what happens. We all falter from time to time, that's just life, but what we do when we do is how we learn.
[ It's a tall order to expect John to change quick. Or to change at all. So he doesn't expect him to, doesn't hold him to any standard. Bobby's satisfied he's John who's trying to be better. ]
Because trying is already good enough. [ He nudges him, a softer smile. ] You're good enough.
[ he often doesn't understand what others see in him. why they bother to stay even if that's the one thing he wants from them most of all. his penchant for abandoning others before they abandon him is nothing new to those who know him and yet, some still remain even when he does — even when he makes the attempt to. bobby here is one of them and, like with the handful of others, he doesn't know why.
looking over to the other mutant there beside him, his gaze softens some. silence spilling between them. then, with a gentle shift, he leans against bobby in a way that could be considered welcoming. warm. ]
You're just saying that because I sucked you off good that one time.
[ yet even as he says those words, they're soft. uncertain. as if hesitating to take bobby's words as genuine. ]
[ It's said with the same softness John used to utter his words. Bobby recognizes the warmth that emanates from the other when he leaned in and welcomes it wholeheartedly, the tender gesture enough to connect them in this little space they've crafted for themselves. For a beat or two, Bobby feels the world around them disappear. It's only them now. Just two broken boys finding comfort in each other.
It's in this silence that Bobby finds an oasis for them. Their own little world where both of them can stay. ]
You know I'm not good at lying, John. [ He says in a gentle voice after what seemed like an hour or two of quiet solitude. ]
john lets those words from before hang between them. about how what he says is true about him. how he's good enough. something the fire manipulator has been after for years from others, even if he'd never admit it. to hear it after the number of times he's both wished for it and run away from it almost in the same breath... it's confusing. conflicts him in some ways and it's why he's quiet for a long moment there... at least until he looks over to bobby again.
if candles were lit, their warmth would envelop them in the things he's feeling right now, but. instead, he conveys that warmth from deep within him with a gentle nosing to the other mutant — a soft press of lips to his. a kiss. ]
[ Bobby holds John's soft gaze for a beat or two before his lips curve up into a faint smile as he returns that soft kiss. It's chaste, gentle, a simple meeting of lips as if expunging doubt and fear. He leans in his forehead against John after, just resting it there, his eyes closed as if committing everything to memory.
With a smile still on his lips, he lets the moment linger. He doesn't know where they're headed after this, where they'll find themselves in, but Bobby realizes it doesn't matter so long as he can be beside John for all the things that will come. If he can keep him company like this, it's good enough for him. Labels are mere words, he doesn't need them. ]
You should rest.
[ Says as a soft murmur, careful and not demanding, as he pulls away for a bit to press a kiss on John's forehead, then to his temple, nuzzling his hair as he pulls the other mutant closer to him. ]
[ bobby goes and tells him to rest — peppers gentle little kisses and touches over him and john... john just kisses him again. slow. deep. pressing himself there into the other's space on the bed they sit upon, brushing his mouth over bobby's to drag those heated kisses out a little longer. ]
You're not the boss of me.
[ it's murmured between kisses, hand cradling the side of bobby's face as lips trail down the slope of the other mutant's neck. touch soft. fingers warm. like john himself is capable of being. if given the chance or moment to be. ]
[ When John goes for another kiss, this time deeper than the first, Bobby allows him, if not also encouraging it by deepening it himself. He lets John explore, lets him invade his personal space, as he leans back and rests on his elbow while his other hand cups John's face. ]
I guess not.
[ Is Bobby's reply, said as a soft whisper, in between kisses too. He cranes his neck to the side when John goes for it, his lips parting to let out a hum of approval. The hand on John's cheek travels to his nape, fingers tangling themselves in his hair. There's a warmth there he recognizes, a warmth he doesn't mind enveloping him in a gentle blaze. ]
[ maybe it's the painkillers making everything feel better. maybe it's whatever this moment between them is that's prompting all this. whatever the case, he leans in a little more — presses those lips a little harder against bobby's, then just goes and pushes the other mutant down against the bed, following after him as he does.
he's above bobby. lips still on his. hand pressed to the mattress as a means to keep his balance. hair falls in front of his scratched up face, a knee coming up between bobby's legs, parting them some. lolling his head to the other side of the other's neck, he starts to kiss his way down. slow and warm. fingers of a hand plucking at the front of bobby's shirt as he does. ]
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taking the pills in hand, he sits up a little better and eyes the other mutant. brow raised. ]
Got something to wash it down with?
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You should rest here for a bit. I'll be alone for the next few hours, don't worry.
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Rest where exactly?
[ asking that, he knocks back a few of the painkillers in his palm and chases them down with a swig of the water he'd been given. ]
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There are extra rooms here you can rest in for a bit. Or just lounge here on the couch. [ You know, next to him. ]
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Trying to get me into bed, huh?
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I'm trying to get you into bed so you can rest. Don't worry, I'm not gonna join you if you don't want me to.
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Wanting to keep an eye on me. Make sure I don't pass out and never wake up again?
[ even as he says that, he slowly gets himself up. looks around. you know, expecting bobby to show him where these rooms are since it's not like he's familiar with the place. ]
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Something like that. You said it yourself, I worry a lot and I wanna make sure you get some rest.
[ Still concerned about your injuries, bestie. ]
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john follows along though. keeps relatively close but not too close. steps and movements slow because, even if he doesn't want to admit it, he's tired and his body aches from everything. coming up alongside him then, he stands there. stares to the bed and the room itself. ]
Gonna sit on the bed and make sure I fall asleep ok?
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[ His response is swift and comes with a smile as he beckons John to get on the bed. He looks around, makes sure the room isn't dusty or anything of the sort, before his smile turns a bit playful. ]
Unless you want me to hold you in my arms and all that sappy stuff you don't want. [ Only teasing? Maybe. ]
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[ a beat. ]
Nerd.
[ it's said fondly though.
making his way over to the bed, movements remain slow as he eases himself down onto the bed and just sits there for a moment. tired. lets a breath leave him before he's just pinching the bridge of his nose. eyes closed. just... sitting. ]
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Sitting beside him, he wraps an arm around his shoulder, concern palpable on his features and in his voice. ]
Hey, you okay?
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You remember... at your shitty apartment in the Down? When I told you about that guy?
[ licking over his lips, he looks to bobby then. ]
He came back. Again.
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[ He replies, gaze drawn to the bed side ornament, not surprised John will bring this up, especially after Bobby noticed the network post this Alec person did. The hand around John's shoulder loosens his grip a little, knowing where this conversation is headed. He retains his smile, though. ]
How do you feel about it? Did you guys already meet? Does he remember his time here?
[ Does he remember you? is the correct question, but he doesn't pursue it. Must be some reunion, he thinks. He's happy for John, especially looking back at how he talked about the guy. ]
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[ his time here, both times. them. it has john let out a breath, has him lick over his lips and stare ahead as he mulls over what to say. what he's feeling. ]
He was... a lot of my firsts. [ he's sure he's told bobby that before, but still feels the need to reiterate that. ] I just keep feeling like he's going to disappear. Again. For a third time.
[ swallowing, that's when he looks over to bobby. ]
I don't know if I can handle that again, you know?
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[ The other's name leaves Bobby's lips as a soft, gentle murmur, brows creasing in concern at what John's telling him right now. He holds his gaze, there, with an understanding yet soft one of his own, his grip now tightening a little and squeezing in reassurance. ]
I understand why you'd feel that way. [ And he's obviously an important person to him. ] But - [ Offers a gentle, wider smile. ] The important thing is he's here now. If it ever comes to that, I'll be here for you through everything. [ He'll make sure of it. ]
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You don't want to see me like that.
[ shake of his head, he lets his gaze drift away from the other. stares across the room. ]
When I say I was a fucking mess, I mean I was a fucking mess. A lot meaner than I usually can be, too. I did a lot of shit— burned a lot of shit. I hated everything and everyone. But mostly myself. For letting myself feel anything for anyone here.
[ a lot of it now feels like a blur to him with how long it's been, but. he still remembers. here and there. ]
I'm trying to be better, you know? But it's fucking hard sometimes.
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I know. [ It's soft but reassuring. ] What's important is you're trying and that's good enough no matter what happens. We all falter from time to time, that's just life, but what we do when we do is how we learn.
[ It's a tall order to expect John to change quick. Or to change at all. So he doesn't expect him to, doesn't hold him to any standard. Bobby's satisfied he's John who's trying to be better. ]
Because trying is already good enough. [ He nudges him, a softer smile. ] You're good enough.
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looking over to the other mutant there beside him, his gaze softens some. silence spilling between them. then, with a gentle shift, he leans against bobby in a way that could be considered welcoming. warm. ]
You're just saying that because I sucked you off good that one time.
[ yet even as he says those words, they're soft. uncertain. as if hesitating to take bobby's words as genuine. ]
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[ It's said with the same softness John used to utter his words. Bobby recognizes the warmth that emanates from the other when he leaned in and welcomes it wholeheartedly, the tender gesture enough to connect them in this little space they've crafted for themselves. For a beat or two, Bobby feels the world around them disappear. It's only them now. Just two broken boys finding comfort in each other.
It's in this silence that Bobby finds an oasis for them. Their own little world where both of them can stay. ]
You know I'm not good at lying, John. [ He says in a gentle voice after what seemed like an hour or two of quiet solitude. ]
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john lets those words from before hang between them. about how what he says is true about him. how he's good enough. something the fire manipulator has been after for years from others, even if he'd never admit it. to hear it after the number of times he's both wished for it and run away from it almost in the same breath... it's confusing. conflicts him in some ways and it's why he's quiet for a long moment there... at least until he looks over to bobby again.
if candles were lit, their warmth would envelop them in the things he's feeling right now, but. instead, he conveys that warmth from deep within him with a gentle nosing to the other mutant — a soft press of lips to his. a kiss. ]
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With a smile still on his lips, he lets the moment linger. He doesn't know where they're headed after this, where they'll find themselves in, but Bobby realizes it doesn't matter so long as he can be beside John for all the things that will come. If he can keep him company like this, it's good enough for him. Labels are mere words, he doesn't need them. ]
You should rest.
[ Says as a soft murmur, careful and not demanding, as he pulls away for a bit to press a kiss on John's forehead, then to his temple, nuzzling his hair as he pulls the other mutant closer to him. ]
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You're not the boss of me.
[ it's murmured between kisses, hand cradling the side of bobby's face as lips trail down the slope of the other mutant's neck. touch soft. fingers warm. like john himself is capable of being. if given the chance or moment to be. ]
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I guess not.
[ Is Bobby's reply, said as a soft whisper, in between kisses too. He cranes his neck to the side when John goes for it, his lips parting to let out a hum of approval. The hand on John's cheek travels to his nape, fingers tangling themselves in his hair. There's a warmth there he recognizes, a warmth he doesn't mind enveloping him in a gentle blaze. ]
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he's above bobby. lips still on his. hand pressed to the mattress as a means to keep his balance. hair falls in front of his scratched up face, a knee coming up between bobby's legs, parting them some. lolling his head to the other side of the other's neck, he starts to kiss his way down. slow and warm. fingers of a hand plucking at the front of bobby's shirt as he does. ]
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