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[Griffin was mid-sip and... stops. Uh?

Blinks owlishly from behind his mug. Then, a hint of pink starts to bleed in against the bruises and his darkening eye. Did he hear that right?

Inside his chest, his heart starts beating a touch faster. Outside...]

...Uh?

You heard me.

[he sets down the cup.]

[There's that surge of excitement again. The same one from being marked by Jay's teeth. A rush of masochistic gratitude that this ache, this pain was from him, evidence of their strength clashing against each other, and given to Griffin alone.

Something his rival was telling him to carry in plain sight.

There's a stretch of silence before Griffin sets down his mug and, sheepishly, rubs his nose.]

Th-that sounds fair.

Cool.

Wanna head back to your room?

[Griffin did not mean for his voice to come out in a croaky squeak. And yet here we are.]

Y-yeah.

[... griffin, they really need to work on the bashfulness.... but he jerks his head towards the rooms.]

After you.

[MMMM OK HE WALKS, BRISKLY, TO HIS ROOM

and the second the door is closed, Griffin's pulling Jay down and kissing him fiercely where he stands, not waiting for another word.]

[HE HASNT HAD A CHANCE TO KICK OFF HIS SHOES but you know what. He can do that as he backs griffin up slowly towards the bed.

He can afford to take his time.

They’re alone in Avante. This isn’t because of any soreness or tiredness. But he is going to kiss him hungrily, his tongue exploring his mouth until they’re closer to the bed.]

[He pants around Jay's tongue as it plays against his, holding onto Jay to keep from stumbling as his tired legs shamble toward the bed. Couldn't even hide the groan of exhaustion as he plops down on it, his legs finally at rest.

And yet the spirit was still willing. Griffin laughs weakly at his own ridiculous longing to keep up with Jay, even in a state like this.]

How d'you always manage t'make me feel like this...?

[the spirit was definitely willing. Jay was pretty sure he could manage, all things considered, and there was a selfish part of him that wanted to ignore the signals that Griffin was giving off.

The sluggishness.

The clinging.

He could have written them off as something else, but there was a nagging voice in the back of his head that was pointing out that he was about at his limit too. So he uses the chance to catch his breath, letting his knees hit the bed, and sliding to Griffin’s side.]

Like “this”?

Um...

[He takes this moment to breathe, and think, and undo his boots. They're shuffled off at the foot of the bed, and Griffin presses lightly on the bruises now exposed.

How did you describe a feeling like, when a piece of your soul feels complete? An instinct you never knew was missing, suddenly fulfilled. It was demonic, he knew that, but it was still him and he was still so human that even his lust was tangled together with affection and care.

He didn't have a way to say it without probably weirding Jay out about this, right? Or sounding-- romantic? Griffin chews on his inner cheek for a second, trying to find the words.]

Like... I don't wanna let you down.

Let me down?

[that gets his eyebrows to raise, and he flops down completely. He’s not entirely sure of what to make of it.]

Griff. C’mon.

When have I ever told you you we’re letting me down?

You haven't. It's more like...

[He cocks his head, quiet and growing steadily redder. It's a little easier to speak with Jay out of view, lying down - his tone is strangely wistful.]

I like feeling like I'm someone in your eyes. [Someone worthy.] I don't want that to stop.

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[that's probably closer to a clearer statement, but it's still pretty unclear. so, he just... gets to the heart of it,]

Are you... trying to be romantic?

[which is a little absurd to him, and not what he was expecting at all.

actually, he asked the question, and he belatedly realizes he's not sure he wants the answer, and so he leans forward to kiss him before he could really properly manage to answer.]

[There's a short muffle of protest, that this jerk wouldn't let him answer his own question--

but FINE. He's not going to fight against it.

Griffin sighs into the kiss instead, flopping down beside him and entwining his legs with Jay's.]

[sorry. sometimes he asks things, but he doesn't want the answer. because his head is a mess, and he doesn't want to explain that. especially when he doesn't think he can.

when he doesn't know what he wants.

so, instead he can kiss Griffin-- and also marvel a little at how much better the beds were for Avante than BEDE.]

[Distracted as he was, Griffin still had to marvel that Jay... wasn't being rough. Not like last time, the struggle for dominance that had swept him away.

But they have to come up for breath eventually. And when he does, self-consciousness starts to trickle back-- the anxious thought that Jay didn't want to hear his answer because he didn't want to deal with it. Because romance was a dirty word in this rivalry.

He murmurs,] It's not romance if that's just how I feel, right?

[It's not like he was trying to sway Jay into acting any different. But. But he could stop, if that's what Jay wanted.]

I... don’t know?

[he answers honestly, a hint of confusion in his voice. Shit, Silk was right the whole time. There’s a strong part of him that wants to caution Griffin. He can be a rival, no problem, he can push him all he wants.

But he didn’t think he could be the affection giver he wanted. He couldn’t be the secret romantic, like D.Va. Would he really want to tie his hopes to something Jason would inevitably let him down on?]

Feel the way you want, Griffin.

[The corners of his mouth twitch in a hesitant smile. It feels like, maybe he shouldn't reach out and touch Jay's face, or brush the stray strands of his hair back. That'd be asking too much of Jay to bear with his sentimentalism.

So he runs his thumb over his own scabbed lip, the bruise on his jaw instead. Because touching the marks Jay gave him would do.]

You can feel whatever you want, too. It's okay.

[He can do without. He'll be fine, as long as he stirs a fire in you sometimes. That you look at him with pride sometimes. If he couldn't do that, then... he wasn't even a rival, much less anything else.]

[ honestly?

there's a hint of relief in his face. that maybe, in this moment, Griffin was fine without that sentimentality. because he didn't know. he just knew his head hurt, and he was feeling decidedly one track minded. not a good combination for this type of talk. ]

Alright.

[ just a rival. that's fine.

but they should... probably. move. or something. how the hell do you sleep on something this soft? ]

[The relief in Jay's face is reassurance to Griffin too - he smiles, more confidently now, grips Jay firmly by the back of the head and pulls him in for another kiss.]

[fine, that... he can work with. though, he leans forward, hand starts to slide past his jacket. still wanting some sort of intimacy, all things considered]

[Mmm. This was too many layers to wear in bed, it's true. Griffin takes the hint to slough off his extra layers, though not without a wince of pain and a shuddering pause to push through the soreness.]

... Are you really that tired?

[curiously-- he'd already sloughed his shoes and jacket off at the door.]

[Grumpy pout?]

Says the guy who kicked my ass!!

[OF COURSE HE'D HAVE MORE BRUISES. But also, being flashy isn't really energy efficient.]

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