[IC] Misc. Open Post

[curriculum_fictae]

For various overflow, misc. threads that don't fit on the comms they're for, etc.

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[hijoperdido]

[He'll help disentangle, but even when Martin's pulled away, he's... Cold. Bruno rubs at his arm a little, feeling very small suddenly.]

I, uh. I-i'm not mad or anything, just.

[How does he say he's never had anyone hold him in his sleep before without actually saying he's never had anyone hold him in his sleep before and it was nice?]

[curriculum_fictae]

[ Martin looks him over at the gesture, still very pink. Rather cool himself now without someone there. ]

J-just surprised?

[hijoperdido]

Yeah. Surprised.

[curriculum_fictae]

... And. Ah.

Am I the first person to hold you like that since you left?

[hijoperdido]

...You're the. The first person to ever hold me like that. Not since Abuela said I was too big.

[curriculum_fictae]

[ Oh. Oh no. God, why is every new piece of information always a new heartbreak. Martin just aches looking at him. ]

Then I'm glad I did it.

[ He offers an arm again? ]

[hijoperdido]

[He doesn't look for a second, but then does when he hears the quiet. His breath catches.]

I-i shouldn't, you got your husband, and you know, i-I'm uh. I'm me, so.

[curriculum_fictae]

My husband will completely understand.

[ He waves his hand a bit, beckoning. ]

[hijoperdido]

[There's the smallest noise of "unsure" in his throat as he looks around, hears the quiet whispers of breakfast gathering happening. Then takes a deep breath and slowly climbs back into that arm.]

[curriculum_fictae]

[ Good. Good. Martin gathers him up again, then, tucking Bruno's head gently underneath his chin. ]

Much better.

[hijoperdido]

And this is just... Something you do?

[Holding, being close like this. He has so little frame of reference from watching his sisters and their husbands.]

[curriculum_fictae]

All the time. Whenever we feel like it? Whenever I can get away with it.

[hijoperdido]

Hm.

Lucky guy.

[curriculum_fictae]

We are both very lucky.

[ He leans his cheek down against the top of Bruno's head. ]

[hijoperdido]

[He freezes again at that. And then slowly fitting into the position, curling into him a little. Just nervous and unsure.]

[curriculum_fictae]

[ Oh, poor Bruno. Of course Martin will disengage if Bruno seems legitimately uncomfortable, but... ]

It's okay. You can't hurt me. Just tell me if I'm making you uncomfortable.

[hijoperdido]

[While he doesn't seem uncomfortable, he doesn't seem to know what he's supposed to do.]

Um. Sure, all right.

[And settles into him a little more.]

[curriculum_fictae]

[ That's fine too. Martin is content to just hold him. And ... ah. He glances over at the rats. ]

You can come too if you like. Plenty of room.

[hijoperdido]

[The rats look up at him trying to figure out what the human is saying. But Bruno looks at them and nods, so they skitter up and curl into Bruno.]

[curriculum_fictae]

[ There we go. There's enough warm and soft to go around for everyone. ]

Comfortable?

[hijoperdido]

Um. Y-yeah. Better than my chair even.

[curriculum_fictae]

[ Martin laughs gently at that. ]

"Better than a chair." I'll take it.

[hijoperdido]

I- look, I don't exactly have a good frame of reference these days.

[curriculum_fictae]

No, no, I get it. And that chair is the most comfortable thing in here, so that's quite a compliment.

[hijoperdido]

Hm.

[For now, he settles like this. Warm and soft, listening to his family out there talking and chattering at breakfast. A couple of the rats not bundled up come back with some food, enough for the both of them.]

...Your husband really is a lucky guy.