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[echolocating.livejournal.com]

[ isn't entirely there even when the plane comes to a complete stop; the noise ringing in his head is as painful as he remembers it being, making him sway a bit while pressing a hand to his forehead. the world before his eyes seems to double, triple, merge back into one, then double again, while the blueprint-world throbs in noisy emptiness. makes small whimpering noises when they're walking, barely hanging onto consciousness by focusing on that comforting, erratic heartbeat he knows is near.

gropes around for a smaller hand that he knows is around (but can't remember why it would be right this moment) while mumbling absentmindedly under his breath in german, as if he's welcoming himself back home. ]

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[prideofmusic.livejournal.com]

[ gives a considering look. a few questions linger on the tip of his tongue, holding them back to instead make a statement. ]

You really like her, huh.

[echolocating.livejournal.com]

[ nods again, though this time with more energy. ]

Ja! I like Hilda a lot! Is family!

[prideofpuppy.livejournal.com]

[ looks down at his mug, unable to keep himself from smiling. ]

She... she's a nice person, so. Not surprised.

[echolocating.livejournal.com]

[ puts his mug down to tug him close again. grows quiet for a bit when a strange (uncharacteristic) need to share comes to mind. ]

Hilda is good to me. [ pauses. ] Give me place with SAVE. With old team.

[prideofpuppy.livejournal.com]

[ peers up at him, tilting his head a bit at caleb's hesitation. puts down his own mug to scoot closer. second-guesses himself when more questions come to mind, deciding to just start with the most simple one he can think of. ]

... that's how you met her?

[echolocating.livejournal.com]

[ tugs him even closer until he can wrap both arms around him comfortably. speaks softly. ]

Ja.

[prideofpuppy.livejournal.com]

[ leans on him more when the contact is initiated further. ]

Did she take care of you?

[echolocating.livejournal.com]

[ tilts his head in thought. ]

Hilda and old team together.

[prideofmusic.livejournal.com]

[ opens his mouth before closing it. shuts his eyes, resigned to the fact that he can't push for more answers. ]

It's good that you had them, then.

[echolocating.livejournal.com]

[ gives nathan a reassuring squeeze, offering a smile down at him. ]

Danke. I am lucky. More lucky than a lot.

[prideofpuppy.livejournal.com]

[ raises an eyebrow up at him, feeling slightly amused. ]

As long as you're happy, I guess.

[echolocating.livejournal.com]

[ makes a small 'eh-heh-heh' sound & just hugs him closer in response. ]

[prideofpuppy.livejournal.com]

[ seems content with this enough, though he stills after some thought. shifts so that he can wrap his own arms around caleb's middle, pressing his face into his shoulder. ]

I'm lucky too. F-for having you.

[echolocating.livejournal.com]

. . .

[ stays in that hold for a little while longer, then pulls away. frees a hand to tilts nathan's head up & leans down, kissing him both softly & firmly at once. as if he's trying to say what he knows he cannot properly communicate with his broken english. ]

1/3

[prideofpuppy.livejournal.com]

[ goes through his typical stages of surprise, embarrassment, then relaxation. when he settles into something comfortable and familiar he gets lost in the moment; slips his arms upward to wrap them around caleb's neck, not being able to help himself when he presses himself closer, mouth parting a little-- ]

[prideofmusic.livejournal.com]

. . .

[prideofpuppy.livejournal.com]

...... !!!!!!!!!!

[ JUST. jumps back and scrambles a good few feet away from caleb, feeling his face practically catch on fire. ]

S-S-SORRY! SORRY-!!

[echolocating.livejournal.com]

[ lets him go even when his arms remain where they'd been holding nathan 'til a few moments before. blinks, a little wide-eyed in confusion. ]

Erm. . . [ glances down at his arms & lets them drop them awkwardly. ] Is bad?

[prideofpuppy.livejournal.com]

[ and he just babbles: ]

N-NO! NOT BAD. GOOD CALEB, BAD NATHAN. DON'T KNOW WHAT I'M DOING. S-SORRY.

1/2

[echolocating.livejournal.com]

[ listens to the babble, as patient as always. ]

[echolocating.livejournal.com]

[ then slowly reaches for again, movement cautious as if trying not to alarm him. ]

Nathan is good. Is okay. Is new to me too. [ touches nathan's hands. ] Is okay.

[prideofpuppy.livejournal.com]

[ stares down at his lap, almost as if he's feeling guilty for something. doesn't move, however, curling those hands into fists. ]

I know, but you're... [ stops. frowns a bit, shaking his head. ] I guess I really am just a kid.

[echolocating.livejournal.com]

[ quirks a small smile as he scoots on even closer, wrapping his arms around nathan again. kisses the top of his head. ]

I am kid too, but everyone is kid first time. But everyone grow, and learn. So I learn and grow with Nathan. Learn and grow together.

[prideofpuppy.livejournal.com]

[ slumps his shoulders, finding himself relaxing fraction by fraction. lips quirk into a tiny smile for a brief second, arms lifting to also hold onto him loosely, then a bit tighter. presses his face into caleb's chest and nods slowly, humming out a sound of acknowledgment and understanding. ]

[echolocating.livejournal.com]

[ strokes his back soothingly. ]

Nathan is okay?