[Purred against his skin like a dare, confident in knowing that Jason wouldn't. No-- he wanted to remember the map of his body again, retrace all the familiar grooves.
When the pain hits again, Nero's face creases in concern again - it seemed do long, how long had it been already, let him rest-- he kisses the cold sweat on Jason's brow, his cheek.]
[those are soft touches that he isn't expecting, and he stares up at Nero, partially dazed from the pain. a little confused and quietly considering him.
[It was probably the pain, right? That's why Jason looked that way - there's a pang of sympathy in Nero's face, but he quickly buries it against Jason's neck. He wouldn't want anyone pitying him, and he could only imagine Jason was the same way.
His arms curl around him and suddenly, he's just hugging him tight, as though-- maybe holding him could take some of the pain away. Like he could absorb it if he just held him hard enough.
[he swallows, and there's that gut instinct to run away from how he's reading this situation. to play it off as less-- less transparent than it actually was, and even though Nero can't see him, he affixes a weak grin onto his face.]
Didn't even have to ask you to stop.
[he starts to push himself up, maybe moving would help.
[Nero gives him some space so he could try to stand and-- now that he was out of the moment, the full-faced blush of self-consciousness finally set in. Ah... had he gotten a little carried away there? He bites his lip but-- still reaches to hold Jason's hand, in case he still needed something to steady himself with.]
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[Purred against his skin like a dare, confident in knowing that Jason wouldn't. No-- he wanted to remember the map of his body again, retrace all the familiar grooves.
When the pain hits again, Nero's face creases in concern again - it seemed do long, how long had it been already, let him rest-- he kisses the cold sweat on Jason's brow, his cheek.]
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it had been a disaster last time, like this, but.
he liked it, he just didn't know how to say it.]
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His arms curl around him and suddenly, he's just hugging him tight, as though-- maybe holding him could take some of the pain away. Like he could absorb it if he just held him hard enough.
Murmuring with lips on his skin,]
Hang in there.
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Didn't even have to ask you to stop.
[he starts to push himself up, maybe moving would help.
maybe moving would distract him]
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How's it feel?...
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[he's just going to swing his legs over, so he can test movement.
it hurts. it still fucking hurts, but this was a level of pain he was getting used to dealing with.]
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You-- still look pale...
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[he stands, and to his credit, he doesn't buckle. but he's definitely still favoring one leg over the other.
and time to glance at a mirror.]
... Huh.
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[Because it doesn't seem like the pain's gone away completely, if he still looked like that. There's definitely a limp there.]
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... I can probably manage it.
[he managed it last night]
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[please? dont fall off a tower]
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[at least he's reassuring]
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[Because he knows Jason is probably doing it for his sake and any sense of self preservation.
Anyways, he's still gonna walk him to the door.]
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well, fine, he gets a quick peck. but that's it. he needs to not think about this.]
Call me sooner if you're gonna get plastered again.
[And then he'll step out the door]