[ He scoots to lean against the headboard of the bed. ]
I can't. [ He can't make any promises, but the words kind of die. Linking his own hands together as he looks at Jim. Looking at the sails and way his shirt is in shreds. ]
I'll try. I'll try for you. [ Even if all he wants to do is touch him. Run his fingers through his hair, down his back, and to touch those wings. He wants to kiss Jim's forehead and hold his hand. He wants to reassure him it's okay. ]
I know you didn't want this. [ Gesturing between them. Meaning the whole Zell seeing him. Zell being in proximity of him. There is an unsaid but hanging in the air. ] I am glad you came. I'm so glad, Stars.
[ Swallowing back the wave of emotions as rubbing his face to keep from crying. ]
[ The sail flickers with every movement of air in the room, every time either of them speaks. It's exactly like what Zell saw in Jim's dreams, down to the patchwork repairs, except that it's growing out of Jim.
He sighs; it sounds like there's a laugh somewhere buried hysterical and deep. ]
You were in trouble. I couldn't... You were in trouble, of course I was going to come.
[ Zell looks at the sails, already comparing them from the sails he's seen. It's both beautiful and cruel, much like the liquid space adorning his face. ]
You caught me.
[ Zell scoots a little closer. There's a few feet between them, and he really misses being close. Being able to hug him, hold him, and hold his hand without anything bad happening. He told Jim he will try, so he'll do his best. He does feel the resolve crumbling, and decides to ask the next thing that pops in his head. ]
[ Jim feels Zell moving closer and tenses, afraid for a moment that he's not going to be able to hold the distance. He's not certain what he did today was catching. He killed... he doesn't want to think about it. Not yet, not if Zell isn't.
The question surprises him, and he has to think about it. ]
Remember - sunshine. [ The concept not the nickname. ] Just being out in it and feeling it warm you up? It feels like that.
[ Because it is sunlight, wherever it's coming from. ]
[ He feels a mixture of relief and bitter about that. It feels like sunshine and his eyes are nothing but stars. This place has a shitty sense of humor. Zell looks at the shreds of shirt hanging on Jim's shoulders. ]
So it helps you stay warm?
[ He hopes it does. Really hopes it does. ]
I have something you can wear. It's big enough we might be able to get them though.
[ His mouth is going, but his heart isn't fully into it. It's an important topic, but not really what he wants to talk about. ]
[ Jim thinks it might've just hurt more, but back then he'd been focused on moving as quick as he could. Now, when he's stuck in one place and waiting for whatever happens next... ]
[ Jim feels it less now that he's inside again, away from what little sunlight Norfinbury can provide. He wishes he could let Zell touch, though - he wants him to have a little of the warmth. It would be a small good to come out of this. ]
I don't want to ruin anything else. Not - until we're sure. I think what I did this morning might change me back.
[ He'd been so sure of it, then, but it's less certain now that hours have passed and nothing has changed. ]
Until then... you can come closer. Don't touch, just ... get warm.
It reminded me what I had waiting for me. I know this is different, Stars, but I think maybe focus on what's waiting for you. Focusing on what you want to work towards might help. [ Pausing as he rubs the ring on his finger. ] I will wait for you. I'll try to fix this, but I will also wait for you. However long it takes, Stars. I love you.
[ He doesn't waste a moment after permission is given. He moves closer until they are about a foot apart. Zell feels almost a thrill being within reach of him. His heart is beating in his chest as he faces his boyfriend. ]
How about a blanket then?
[ Zell lifts his hand, but then closes his hands again. ]
[ Jim reaches up to touch his own sail, considering. It does feel like solar cloth... but it also feels like skin in a way that has his stomach lurching. It grew out of his body. It's part of him, and it shouldn't be. ]
-Blanket's okay.
[ He makes a familiar move to rub his face and halfway there seems to realize what he's doing and put his hand firmly back in his lap. ]
[ Focusing on what's waiting for him also means focusing on what he'd left behind. Morph and Mochi, the brother that's no longer responding and the one he'd argued with, and most of all Zell, and the promise they'd made and Jim had broken. ]
[ He can tell from the movement and the way Jim is holding himself that he's really not okay. Sliding off the bed and pulling out a blanket from his stuff before moving to stand infront of him. ]
I won't touch.
[ Reassuring him first, and then carefully he maneuvers the blanket to drape over back and wings. Grabbing each end of it as a way to hug and hold Jim without making any contact as he pulls it carefully. ]
Better?
[ Standing in front of him and already trying to seek out all the parts that are still his. All the parts that are very Jim. ]
You're still you, you know. I can still see you, Stars.
[ Jim tenses, not because he doesn't trust Zell to keep his word but because he's so close now. He keeps perfectly still as Zell surrounds him with the blanket, and holds his breath when the blanket tightens. He needs this. He needed Zell. ]
-Better. Thank you.
[ He feels like himself now more than he had for days, but he knows he's still wrong. Zell can see him and he flinches. ]
[ It's hard not touching him. Staying there and gripping to the edges of the blanket as his gaze drops to Jim's legs. They were still intact at least.
Why aren't you what?
He can think of a lot of ways to finish that question. Too many ways. Looking back up to see the trails of stardust and his hollow eyes, trying to find a glimpse of the beautiful hue that matches the strap on his wrist. ]
[ Jim knows he should move his hand, maybe even run away again. But he can't; it's Zell and he wants to comfort him - to be comforted - so badly. So he lets him. ]
I - [ Killed. ] Hurt them. Your friends. Zack's girlfriend. My dad. Not because I was a monster.
[ Jim not pulling away or fighting it emboldens Zell. Moving his fingers to slide between Jim's own. He does feel the dizziness already, but he keeps himself steady. ]
It's okay. It wasn't really them... they weren't whole any more. This place... took them apart. Made them into that, Jim.
[ If he were just a little bit more selfish, he'd have gone back to Zell and curled up with him, let everyone stay ignorant of the consequences a little longer. ]
You can read me the riot act when I get back. Promise to sit still for it.
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