Cater shakes his head, making a sound to acknowledge that he heard what Idia said. "I'm glad you shared," he assures. "You needed to let it out--and I want you to know that I'm someone you can share these things with."
Hopefully now Idia can have more faith in the idea that Cater won't run away or get scared off. Maybe after they've had more sleep, they can talk about it a bit more thoroughly. He can't pretend it didn't disturb him, even if that feeling isn't something that he's holding against Idia. It was hard, really hard, to watch all of that--but that only means he can only imagine how awful it felt to have experienced it firsthand.
Idia shakes his head. “You know all my worst ones now.” He has nothing left to shock Cater. If they’ve survived this, then they have a chance… at least until senior year. Idia will take what he can get.
For now, he struggles to get up. “Bed. Tired. Wanna cuddle.” He might sleep for the rest of the afternoon and through the night.
With a huff of air, Cater stands, definitely feeling a bit more sure footed than Idia. Once he's on his own feet he helps Idia to his. "Me too," he agrees, not willing to even bother taking anything off other than his shoes until they're safely in one another's arms. "You pick spot preference, this time."
Without moving away from Idia, he pulls his phone and wand out of his uniform and tosses them onto the nearest safe surface out of the way. Whatever happens tomorrow, happens tomorrow, and no amount of annoyed texts can change where he's staying tonight.
“Cuddle, no spoons.” He wants to hold and be held. Every second that ticks by sees him wobbling more, shuffling along until he finally sits heavily on the edge of the bed. Getting his legs up is a struggle but he does it so Cater won’t have to. A couple of awkward scoots and he flops back onto the pillows hard enough that it sounds rather painful.
It’s so tempting to fall asleep right away. But he forces himself to stay awake long enough to hold out a beckoning arm. He wants his Cater.
Cater assents without words, crawling eagerly into Idia's arms and tangling their limbs together. Once they're comfortable, he presses in for a sweet, soft kiss, resting so close to his face that the two are nearly nose to nose. "Tomorrow is a new day," he tells him in a whisper. "When you wake up, I'll still be right here."
Idia nods, huddling up so he can bury his face against Cater’s neck. Bed, cuddles, Cater. Things are already starting to feel much better. Anything beyond them and this bed would be tomorrow’s problem. Even the nightmare seems like a distant, retreating storm. It’s probably the extraordinary fatigue and stress crash, but he asks one soft question against his better judgment. He has to have hope.
"Always," he murmurs back, finding Idia's pinky with one of his own and curling them around each other. "There's nowhere else I ever want to be."
If Cater could get away with not sleeping, he'd just gaze into Idia's eyes for hours and hours. As the more intense of his emotions continue fading, however, the more physically exhausted he feels. It's betraying the both of them, forcing them to separate unconsciously before they're ready to.
All he can do is keep his word. In the morning, he'll be there. Come hell or high water, come Riddle Rosenhearts or Dire Crowley, Jupiter or Shroud.
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Hopefully now Idia can have more faith in the idea that Cater won't run away or get scared off. Maybe after they've had more sleep, they can talk about it a bit more thoroughly. He can't pretend it didn't disturb him, even if that feeling isn't something that he's holding against Idia. It was hard, really hard, to watch all of that--but that only means he can only imagine how awful it felt to have experienced it firsthand.
"No more secrets from either of us, yeah?"
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For now, he struggles to get up. “Bed. Tired. Wanna cuddle.” He might sleep for the rest of the afternoon and through the night.
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Without moving away from Idia, he pulls his phone and wand out of his uniform and tosses them onto the nearest safe surface out of the way. Whatever happens tomorrow, happens tomorrow, and no amount of annoyed texts can change where he's staying tonight.
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It’s so tempting to fall asleep right away. But he forces himself to stay awake long enough to hold out a beckoning arm. He wants his Cater.
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“Always…?”
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If Cater could get away with not sleeping, he'd just gaze into Idia's eyes for hours and hours. As the more intense of his emotions continue fading, however, the more physically exhausted he feels. It's betraying the both of them, forcing them to separate unconsciously before they're ready to.
All he can do is keep his word. In the morning, he'll be there. Come hell or high water, come Riddle Rosenhearts or Dire Crowley, Jupiter or Shroud.