chrisisofaith | IC Contact

I'm at home, and it's just me here right now. Also, I've been crying, so I'm a little bit of a mess. If we go out, I'll need to clean up beforehand if you wanna avoid awkward questions.

No, we'll stay, I'll be there soon.

[It doesn't take long by motorcycle, even with the quick side-trip he makes.

He arrives at Bash's door with his bag over his shoulder that he takes a water bottle and handkerchief from before knocking.]

[Bash opens the door wearing a t-shirt and jeans, his hair loose. He's clearly, you know, washed his face and put on fresh clothes before Chris arrived.]

Hey, handsome. Y'know, if I'd known we'd end up here, I'd have asked you over to have that whole talk in person.

[But the thick hoarse from post-crying is still in his voice.]

[Not quite as bad as he was preparing for, but he can't say he's surprised. Bash seemed the type to want to seem in a better place than he was.

He tucks the handkerchief away and presses the water bottle into Bash's hand.]

This was better, you'd have called me worse than mean for making you cry and still going through without pause for it.

Now come here, lovely.

[Chris moves in to pull him into a hug, a hand immediately moving to tangle into his hair.]

Actually, I'm not sure I'da been able to call you mean to your face at all.

[He accepts the water bottle and the hug, closing his eyes and sighing heavily as that hand gets his hair. Because there truly is nothing better than that feeling, when someone else has got him like that.]

[He can feel a bit of that discomfort in him for the contact, but it's mild and easy to ignore while he curls his arms around Bash tight in spite of it.]

See? Texting's better for getting those true feelings out.

[He's joking, mostly. Texting was easier when words got hard to form.]

I think we ought to go to your couch and have a seat. I've got some decadent chocolate in my bag that's meant to be eaten and then you'll put your head in my lap while I pet your hair and tell you a few sweet things. What do you think?

Fuck. That sounds absolutely perfect.

[He even opens the waterbottle and starts gulping down the water once he disentangles, because that's a need.]

[Chris shoots him a gentle smile and puts a hand on his shoulder as he passes, though he stops to reach for Bash's wrist and tug him along with him.

Chris leads them to Bash's couch and settles at one end to give plenty of room for the other man to stretch out. In the meantime, his bag gets left by his feet once he's retrieved the small choclate bar. Dark chocolate with cinnamon and cloves had seemed a combination Bash might like when Chris had seen it.]

Settle in here lovely, let me take care of you a bit. You do so well for those around you, but the care ought be returned time to time.

[Bash accepts the chocolate bar, quietly plopping down onto the couch like a sack of coffee beans. He doesn't open it immediately, just needing a moment to be still and small.]

I'm really used to not being cared for much.

[That comes out quiet, in the stubborn tone of a child protesting the need for bedtime while already half-asleep.]

[Chris waits until Bash is settled before he starts working fingers through the other man's hair with slow and careful fingers.]

You? Really? I couldn't tell...[He smiles to soften the sarcasm.]

I find that's often the case for those used to taking care of all around them. A friend back home is the same. He's a father now, you'd think that would make sense from him, but he's been like that the whole time I've known him. He'd not be caught dead needing help unless it's from his wife.

That's no way to be, though, Bash. Even if it's hard, you've gotta let more than one person help you. Not saying a whole village, but more than one...and certainly more than the zero you've been working with.

IC Contact

no subject

>action

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject