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once more with shitposting

[Reim is loath to think it's convenient that the city needs to be put back together after everything. There's been so much loss, they've all felt it—but having something to do after Pandora is dissolved keeps everyone's minds off those things, more or less, so. It's a little convenient. It keeps people busy, himself included.

Most people, anyway... Reim has more than enough to do, from ironing out the details of the relief efforts (it's-not-Pandora-but-it's-mostly-the-same-people is not a viable organization name, the struggle) to dealing with people on a much more individual level, including trying to integrate the remaining Baskervilles— he's never been more stressed in his life!!

Unlike some people apparently on a quest to ruin the only peace and quiet he has in his schedule - locking himself in his office to eat meals - in between everything else. It's just after he's been to check up on Duke Barma, who is surprisingly... robust, if bedridden, and he's escaped that harrowing exchange only to find his office invaded and some kind of food out. It smells like food. That's not the lunch he ordered??

He sighs. It must be every day of his life at once. He will address... the office:]

Xerxes, come out of there.

[he doesn't even know where, but he Knows it's somewhere.]

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[He should backflip this punk into the sun... He does let go of Break's hand, but moves instead to stop this lazy walk entirely and step in front of him, grabbing him squarely by the shoulders. The only reason Break doesn't get his head boxed like Oz is because he's blind, you're welcome.]

Listen to me now! Stop pretending as if you don't care about anything! Everyone already knows that's a stupid act.

[Spoilers: everyone knows ur soft.]

Before you protect anyone else again, you have to protect yourself. I'll make sure of it!

[His shoulders tense, but unlike previous instances, Break makes no effort to push his way out of this. This is mild on the scale of how much Reim can yell at him, so he can't be irritated at getting manhandled. His smile faltered, but it returns more genuine, if a bit somber.]

I care about you. [He reaches up to pull on his cheek initially, but he stops before he starts. His thumb runs over his scar instead.] ... I'll do better, for you.

[...Well. That's better, although Reim has a few choice lectures about doing better for yourself before somebody else, but those can probably wait. If only because of the expression in front of him now, and the touch against his face—]

I think that's the first time you've actually said that to me. [In... FIFTEEN years... but it's fine, he knew all along. Hearing it aloud has stopped him from yelling, at least; his vice grip on Break's shoulders lessens, but he hasn't let go yet.] Xerxes...

[Nnnh... half a dozen things to say, and he hesitates. Damn it, Xerx!!]

You're a moron... and I don't want to lose you. So get your act together.

[Break blinks, almost missing what he says after that revelation. It never really occurred to him that he'd never said it for that long? It doesn't even begin to describe how much he feels for him. Give him a minute to process this, he'll even ignore that he's being called a moron.]

I... [He's still holding his face? His brain isn't really working anymore.] I'll have to stick around just to tell you twice as much to make up for it, won't I? I care about you more than anyone, idiot.

[It took him so much effort just to say "I'm glad you're alive," please, Xerxes Break being an emotional wet paper bag is nothing new. Still, Reim is right here as always, to patiently (and sometimes not so patiently) wait out his moments of startling clarity about what a dunce he is. Because he's a moron.

That aside, well—he was there, sort of semiconscious, for at least some of Break's exciting suicide run against the Baskervilles that one time. So. He, at least, isn't shocked by any of this. In that case... first he raps his knuckles against the back of Break's head, scolding. Then he pulls him into a hug, because it's been fifteen goddamn years and he deserves this!!]

I'm not the idiot. [adulthood: this.] You spend so much time dwelling on the past. Try being here for a change.

[He musters a laugh from the hit, but it's interrupted by the hitch of breath from being pulled into a hug. They don't usually go to this extent to comfort each other, and Reim doesn't have to, so why this? Why does he have to make it so much harder to be so dispassionate? Thank you, and damn you. He never knows what to do with this fluttering in his chest.]

Right here. [He's too much of a dunce to come up with something else to say, so he just gives up and places both arms around him to hold tight. This is the most effort he's put into touching someone that isn't carrying them around, appreciate it.]

[He appreciates it, don't worry. It's true that they've always handled comforting each other differently - very differently, they're too weird, enough that people at Pandora occasionally thought they weren't even friends - but here, and now... Reim means what he said, even if Break was too shocked by his own emotional hangups to really digest it; he doesn't want to lose this man. It hasn't been long since he almost did, over and over and over—don't make him go through that again. Idiot.

So: a hug. Spending weeks putting Break back together without any time off for himself and his emotions did a number on him, something he probably hasn't acknowledged in any real sense until this very moment. It's all he can do to hold Break against him like he'll find some way to disappear if he lets go too soon. He needs a moment... this is him taking it.]

Now you're listening to me... It's about time.

[They can keep walking... soon.]

[It's fine, because Break doesn't really want to go anywhere now that they're like this. All this time avoiding anything sincere, reserving touching to just teasing, and all it's done has left him a cold and confused mess. He makes a noncommittal noise in reply, standing up on his tip toes to bury his face in the crook of his neck.]

... You're too tall. [He finally mutters, muffled by this place he's chosen. Truly, Reim has won against his intense need to self depreciate. It's a feat.]

[This is the biggest accomplishment of his life so far, actually. Leaving aside the way he shifts automatically, before Break even says anything, stooping just enough to relieve Break of the need to lift himself off the ground for this. He'll accept the sore back he's sure to get from staying like this for too long, but know that he will blame Break for it repeatedly.

But now, he's content to stay here and hold him, leaning his cheek against Break's hair. Hmm...]

You're short. [Everyone is short when you're this large.] Don't fuss.

Shut up.

[He says, but there's a smile in his voice even if he's trying to hide it. Reim is stupid and much larger than what's acceptable, but he's also kind and considerate and it makes Break feel better than he thought he had the capacity to. Give him another minute of this before he looses his vice grip, withdrawing enough to "look" up at him.]

You're still too cute, you know. You're lucky I'm such a good listener, no one would take you seriously...

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[The total fiction he is hearing right now. A good listener...! Since five minutes ago? Please. Reim does give him a look, punctuated with a judgmental little hum so Break knows just how far his eyebrow has risen at this point. It's gone, it's escaping.]

For your information, plenty of people take me very seriously.

[Punk. Give him another brief moment before he lets this hug end, keeping his arm around his shoulders like before. Now: more walking. There's probably a super extra rich people gazebo or something out here, that's where they're going.]

If you're serious about what you said... then that's enough for me.

[He appreciates this unnecessary emphasis on his disbelief. It makes him laugh again, which is like, two more times that he would have on a normal day. He places his hand back at back Reim's waist, minus poking at his side this time. He earned the right not to get riled up for maybe ten minutes.]

I keep my promises, Reim. [Like, the serious ones. Not the "I'll do my work on time" ones.] Are we not going back inside already? Maybe you have started to relax more...

[Ten minutes of gazebo time, coming up!! They are clearly not going back inside, since Reim would have fussed about it. He shakes his head, like he can't believe Break has to critique? Every plan?

Good, though; Reim squeezes his shoulder, a big fan of his sappy promises.]

This was your idea... I suppose I don't have to indulge you, so indulge me.

[They're just going to sit out here, which is the same thing they'd do inside, but with less stuffy office air and Reim trying to do work mid-conversation. So appreciate him, thanks.]

[Reim usually critiques everything? Someone has to take it up when he's not doing it. No, Break likes this plan. He won't go as far as admitting something Barma owns might be nice after all, but he likes it.]

I'll have to remember this path... It must look romantic, if you like it. [Because he likes... that sappy stuff... not this particular time. Ignore those words he just spoke?] Can you see the sun set from here? If you're truly going to be done with your work before dark, we can read out here until nightfall...

[He's not that sappy, is he... He's not Sharon. It's a good path and the gazebo is a good place to relax, so shut up and sit with him.]

Through the trees, I'm sure. I'll consider it. [He says this like it's a maybe, but they'll be back out here later, he can already feel it. Maybe if this outing had proceeded differently, they wouldn't- maybe they would have already gone back inside, if Break hadn't inadvertently dredged up all those feelings. But he did, and now Reim is thinking about it all, and he is genuinely content to just be here.

He still has his arm around Break, but stretches the other one over the back of this gazebo bench and leans back with a sigh. Nothing can ever be simple, as much as it seems like it should be. This is the longest he's touched Break without poking or hitting or hauling his half-conscious body out of danger. He's doing a lot of ruminating on that fact.

But, simply put:] You mean the world to me, you stupid jerk.

[nice. that's Casual.]

[He knows he's getting what he wants already, please. He probably doesn't deserve it after being a jerk for so long, but he's not going to say no now. Maybe he'll suggest they do what Reim wants next time, and he'll only complain a little.

But he settles in easily, combing his fingers through his hair to fix the space Reim had leaned into. He'd assumed they'd already moved on from thinking about this - and was wracking his brain of something else to talk about - so when Reim speaks up, he turns his head with raised brows.]

Mmm? You're still on that? You mean the world and more to me, Reim. You won't win. [it's not a competition]

[Break is so! lucky! Reim is being so nice to him and not punching him in the head for his attitude every few minutes. Yes, of course he's still on that—what else could he possibly be on, when he's put so much of himself into keeping Break alive and... mostly stable.

This is stupid jerk behavior. Idly, Reim lifts his hand from Break's shoulder to flick his ear for being rude again.]

Oh, I already have. [reim] Never mind that now.

[He just wanted to say it? He's learned the error of his ways.]

Well, think about what you want to read later.

[No, be a sappy friend at him, he loves making fun of it. Break grins, moving closer and leaning his head back on Reim's arm.]

Maybe all I'll want to do is talk about how you care for me~! You call me such harsh things all the time, I think I deserve hearing such things again.

[No, he's bad. Reim takes back all that sappy stuff he said, he hates Break forever.]

Oh? And would you look at me with that confused face again? Honestly, I don't know why anything I've said would surprise you.

[Remember: 15 years.]

All you do is hit me and call me an idiot. It hurts my feelings!

[He places a hand over his heart, like truly this is a tale of woe. Love him?]

Is it so hard to believe I think you don't like me, sometimes?

Yes.

[Know that he has actively turned his head to stare blankly down at this moron, now. Don't test him, old man.]

Stop fishing for compliments.

You must be looking at me so lovingly to make up for it.

[He shuts his eye longer than a blink... is this his attempt a winking? Yeah, it is.]

It's okay, Reim. I forgive you.

[He really should just flip Break into the sun! But he's not, he only sighs and looks away from him to check out... the nice weather? Instead.]

I don't call you anything you don't deserve! [So there, he's not saying he's sorry. Jerk.] Now, tell me what you want to read later, please.

[Hey? Pay attention to him? Even if Break can't see and he's already probably making Reim's arm fall asleep, this is unacceptable. He tugs on Reim's jacket... thing like it needs adjusting. Spoilers: it didn't.]

We don't have to read anything that isn't to your tastes. [There's so many volumes of Holy Knight and Reim worked through all of them, probably.] There is a series of vampires...

[don't doxx me for referencing other boys you put me in this position]

[Stop this!! Let him live. Reim puts up with this for about ten seconds before he swats vaguely at Break's hand and then just holds it again. He's officially out of hands that aren't paying attention to Break, happy? God.]

Vampires...? [he's lowkey judgin] Alright, if there's a copy in the library...

[And there probably is because Barma is a weird collector who buys first editions he will never actually read just to say he has them in his private stash, so. It will even be fancy.]

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