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[Perhaps no truer words had been spoken by his lover. He made a soft noise of agreement, reminded again what had brought them together in the first place. A curiosity of two terrible people in each other that others would not dare delving that deep with. Yet, this body with all of its uniqueness paired with Richard's hints of ambition and similar traumas were deeply attractive to him.

So much so that he curled his arms around the younger man one last time for a brief squeeze. No one could pull in a monster quite like another, it seemed. Perhaps even their goals might align someday and wouldn't that just be a treat?]

I won't. I see you, and it doesn't frighten or discourage me. [He slowly dropped his arms away again.] Of course, running has never been an activity I enjoy, and despair is something I actively avoid.

[He leaned into the touch to his face, enjoying the fleeting contact. Richard was now the only one he would allow to touch him like this. Would it become a weakness that he would pay for? Only time would tell.

He followed his lover to the bedroom where his folded clothing awaited.]

Of course. She will potentially need to have another go at me this morning. No matter, I will deal with it. [Because it was his responsibility, and he didn't shy from it.] We keep things as they are between us and myself with her. I'll come by tonight once I've concluded my business.

[They both needed that.]

🎀?

[traumaticus]

[Arms tightening around his slender frame feels good. There's something very comforting in being held like this, the strength of the other man wrapping him into a protective embrace - shielding him from the dark voices that would seek out to drag him into their world. There's a soft, warm feeling blooming in Richard's chest and he feels his mood improving.]

One of these days I shall give you a good run. [He says, hint of amusement sneaking into his voice. There's even a small ghost of a smile on his lips when he turns to look at Silco, hand caressing the injured side of his face.

When he finally steps away from the other man, Richard expects to be met with instant coldness now that there is no longer warmth of skin against his own. But surprisingly? He is just fine as he walks towards his room. It seems like that the terrors of the night have retreated for now. When he's at the door Richard turns to look over his shoulder, gaze landing on Silco who was only few steps behind him.

His lover. Maybe finally someone who he could truly place his trust on. Someone who will have his back on a upside-down world like this -- and who'll keep all the ghosts and demons away.

He extends his hand out, reaching out to pull Silco into the bedroom with him.]

🎀

[conflictresolution]

Please don't. I try to run as little as possible. [He wasn't certain how serious to take the suggestion either, as he thought that Richard would wish to punish him with some form of exercise beyond their usual intimate activities.

He let Richard go, adjusting the towel around his waist as he pulled his thoughts away from the day stretching out ahead. It would be long, but he had something to look forward to aside from long-term planning of his eventual control of the city. He looked up and spied Richard's hand extended towards him.

Hmm, something to look forward to indeed.

He took that hand and didn't fight entering the bedroom. They had a day to maneuver through.]