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Alright.

[he frowns lightly, mulling over that answer.

he can't promise he won't leave forever. but...]

No worries. You can--

[as he starts to turn away, he loses his footing somehow, and has to catch himself against the closest surface, his skin going pale, quickly, and his breath seeming to catch.]

Motherfucker.

Jason!!

[He's close enough to catch him immediately when he stumbles, the worry bright in his eyes. He doesn't have to ask to know what it is, but his eyes pan down to Jason's leg anyway.]

They’re gonna get me used to having my leg broken at this rate... then the joke’s on them...

[There’s vote in his tone as he says it. but he leans heavily on Griffin anyway, not minding that closeness]

Come on... let's get you back on the bed.

[Now who's the mother hen. Nero shoulders him out of the workshop and back to the main bedroom]

It’ll pass...

[but he isn’t gonna argue with him too hard. Not right now.]

[Yeah, no arguments allowed. Nero hefts him back to the bed and sets him down on it.]

Better wait it out here before you climb anywhere...

[he sighs, and gives him a slightly amused look, the pain taking a back seat to his motherhenning.]

Now you're already paying me back.

[Nero shoots him a look of, you shut your beautiful smartass mouth I'm worried about you,]

How long does this usually last?...

20 minutes or so?

Longer if I ignore it.

Which you're not letting me do.

I wonder if ice would help...

[A Feint is already off to get some as the thought leaves his mouth.]

It's all in my head.

Or... something like that. Nothing's actually wrong.

[even if his body reacts like it is at first]

Shit...

[Nero's brows furrow, frustrated by the lack of anything he could do about this.

Unable to offer anything more concrete, he takes Jason's hand and squeezes it. So at least he had something to clench onto through the pain.]

[he glances at Nero's hand, and exhales fondly.

dumbass.

but he was still trying-- and Jason squeezes his hand back.]

It's fine, it'll pass. One... more... thing to hold against the producers.

[Nero frowns, but. Sure, if that was the takeaway Jason wanted to have.

The Feint rushes back with a bag of frozen peas wrapped in a towel and tries to carefully press it against Jason's leg? Like, yeah this wasn't real pain, but maybe having that sharp coldness would take his mind off it a bit.]

Is that... helping at all??

No.

[he considers him for a moment, studying him.]

I got a better idea, though.

[slowly, like he's still debating.]

[Oh... his face falls, but mentally, he sends the Feint away. Nero squeezes his hand a little tighter, though it's to steady his own worry.]

What is it...?

[... fuck it.

he finally just decides to go for it-- and pulls him in close.]

Pick up where we left off on the roof?

[Nero blinks, stunned - for a second, not sure what to do with Jason so close and both of them so awake and sober and private. On reflex, he opens his mouth to ask, are you sure???

But.]

[His conflicted expression softens. If Jason wanted it-- if he wanted him, then...

It was okay, right?

Nero sucks in a sharp breath, and it was Definitely Just Worry Over Jason's Pain and not a release of pent-up longing in his chest, squeezes his hand tight while his other goes to cup Jason's cheek - and kisses him.]

[that was softer than he expected. there had been soft touches here and there, when things weren't rough. but this wasn't them. it wasn't what he had in mind when he was thinking about it.

and so he moves into the kiss, his hand going to Nero's shirt to pull him closer, moving as the aggressor into the kiss, nipping at his lower lip.

this doesn't help with the pain either, but... it's distracting. and he wants it.]

[He both relaxes and grows bolder at once, sliding back into what felt familiar. Pressing back against Jason, he pushes him down onto the sheets and pins him there with his legs, straddling over the larger man. Nero's tongue probes his, his hunger renewed for that taste he hasn't had in-- what felt like forever.

He missed you so much, so much.]

[this didn't feel... bad. there's a gasp of pain that comes from being jostled, but before Nero can react, Jason's hand goes to his hair, grabbing the short strands, and angling his face.

Petulant.

Demanding.

he didn't care what his position was, and he knew that would just make him mad, though his tongue slides against Nero's, his mouth opening to him.

he missed this, too.]

[The tug of hair gets a soft growl from the back of Nero's throat, but he allows this - generously, out of consideration for his invisible wound - and rakes his hand through Jason's hair in return. His nails dig into his scalp, just so it was still clear who he belonged to.

Nero's tongue fights against his, and every time a shiver of pain runs through Jason, he fills his mouth harder - focus on me and only me, I'm everything you need.]

[his hand is clinging into his shirt, breath hot against his lips, while he fights against the pain. and it's working-- Nero is the only thing he wants to focus on. he pulls back, only when he needs to catch his breath, inhaling deeply.

but there's a marked desire in his eyes]

[Nero is breathless himself, swept up in the sudden rush of emotion in his heart. Not just longing and starved out desire, but the urge to care for Jason too. All that avoidance, but now - he could actually be what he needed. Nero's eyes flutter as he pauses to lick his lips; his voice is husky.]

Is it helping?

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