rattlingthestars | IC Inbox II

[ He lets go of Jim's hand, and waits for a moment for everything to stop feeling like it's spinning. Then he nuzzles against the outstretched hand. Pressing a kiss against his palm. ]

You can touch me. It doesn't hurt. [ Just makes him feel sick, but it's worth it. ]

It'll be better soon. Maybe in the morning or the next day, but it'll be soon. So, stay with me.

[ Leaning back again to make sure Jim doesn't feel bad. ]

Stay with me.

[ Jim passes his hand over Zell's lips, rests his thumb there as he caresses his cheek. He needs to stop, soon, but he can't seem to -

Zell makes the decision for them, and he sighs a tiny sign of relief. ]

I am. I'm not leaving again, not if I can stay.

[ Which isn't a promise of forever, exactly, but it's the best Jim can do. He curls in on himself at his own end of the bed, knees tucked under chin, and stares unseeing at the far wall. ]

Do you ... is your guitar here?

[ Zell figures that as good as he'll get. Much like he couldn't promise not to touch Jim, Jim can't promise he won't vanish. What if he's taken or has to leave to return to normal? He feels a piercing coldness inside as he worries for a moment that Jim might not be there when he closes his eyes.

He has regret over breaking the contact already. Snagging the blanket again to make sure it's adjusted on Jim as he curls in on himself. Leaning close once more to press a kiss against his forehead. ]

Yeah. Yeah I do have it.

[ Zell stalls in front of Jim for a bit longer. A part of him wonders how much has changed on his boyfriend. He still wants to just wrap the other up in his arms and hold on tight. His fingers tremble a bit as he lets go to grab his guitar. ]

Have any requests?

[ Jim pictures tilting up, changing it to a kiss on the lips, but he doesn't move. Instead he sniffs and draws his blanket even closer as he settles in on the bed. ]

Something from your world.

[ Jim's heard a few by now, but he'll never get tired of the alien music his boyfriend can make. ]

You got it, Stars.

[ It makes a noise as he picks it up. Zell then settles on the other end of the bed. ]

You can lay down. The bed is big enough.

[ He won't push it further than that. Hitting a few warm up chords to make sure it sounds right, before he starts playing. It's something that is slow and hopefully soothing. ]

[ Jim makes an unhappy noise as he settles. He lays down, but he stays curled as best he can. He doesn't want to risk his usual octopus antics with Zell nearby.

He doesn't think he'll be able to sleep like this, but the music is finally soothing the nerves that have been on edge for days, and Zell is close, and he did what he had to.

He falls asleep before the end of the first song. ]

[ He plays a second and a third song for good measure. Watching the steady movement from Jim as his breathing evens out. Putting the guitar down to lean against the side table and then carefully reaching over to make Jim more cozy. He's careful to use light touches, ignoring the smell of copper and the disorientation as he goes. Once he's satisfied, he draws his knees against his chest to plant his chin on top. Just going to watch Jim to be sure he doesn't vanish come morning. They'll face the body and anything else weighing heavy on them then. For now, he's just so glad Jim is back. So relieved that he can feel telltale hot pricks in the corner of his eyes. ]

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