do we get what we deserve?

[besainted]

WHO: Damian Saint Lorrant & Various
WHERE: Various
WHEN: After trooping home from the delights of CnC2020.
WHAT: A place to store some threads for Feb!
WARNINGS: There is definitely gonna be some character injury/blood/gore/whatever.

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[besainted]

[ The warm water feels exactly as good as he'd hoped. He bows his head under it, closing his eyes, and takes David up on the offer. ]

It's ... I'd rather sleep in my own bed.

[ David isn't wrong, he's probably left some blood behind and teleporting isn't quite effortless, but it isn't anything he can't handle. Because, on the other hand, he'd really like a dark hole to hide in for a while with no one else around. ]

[helpdesk_hero]

Trust me, I understand the feeling.

[And he envies it. But he wont' really comment on that. He gets it, Damian needs the space. Honestly, he would too but... he wants the comfort. And can't seek it out here. Doesn't change that he'll give space. Once he's certain Damian is cleaned up.]

There you go.

[He reaches past Damian to find soap and hold it up for Damian.]

[besainted]

[ He takes the soap, and cleaning himself is a quiet process. He goes through the movements mechanically while the water at their feet begins to run pink. He knows why David would like him to stay here, and he knows David's ideal wouldn't be Damian on the couch and David elsewhere. Damian feels it too, frankly. The urge to curl up somewhere alone has overpowered it so far, but ... maybe he shouldn't let it.

He owes David a hell of a lot right now.

When he's clean and finished he sighs, and shifts to lean his head briefly against David's chest. ]

There are a lot of spare rooms at my apartment right now. Roommates that were sent home. Let's borrow one of the beds.

[helpdesk_hero]

You don't have to. I get that right now you probably need space.

[He does wrap his arm briefly around his boyfriend, though, holding him while he deals with Damian's clear fatigue.]

Like I said, we have a couch here. I can use that.

[besainted]

[ It occurs to him, with some dull surprise, that maybe he loves David. It's unexpected, difficult to confirm. But why else would the recurring thought/memory of David coming to harm strike him so painfully? His brows knit as he considers it, and he glances up to study his face for a few seconds.

All he says, though: ] Just come with me.

[ And then he finally leans away, surrendering the warm water for David's turn under it. ]

[helpdesk_hero]

[David most definitely loves Damian, and he knows that in this situation the best thing he can do for the man he loves, the man who just had to experience killing him, is to let Damian set boundaries. But the insistence... Well, it's enough.]

Yeah. I will. Do you want me to give you pajamas?

[He does step into the spray and turns it up to searing hot, scrubbing frantically at his skin. Can't help it. The man he was left him disgusted.]