Ā Ā Ā Ā Again, Fawke just about stops himself from flinching away from the contact - his working eye twitching for a second before he manages to remind himself that this is Andreas and not a danger. His chest swells at the words between them, the Warlockās head resting to the side against Andreasā own - finding himself relaxing against the Hunter when his hand is taken. Eyes close, a heavy sigh pulls from his chest and Fawke manages to pull away enough to turn and face Andreas.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā āIām notā¦ The same Andreas. I dunno if I ever will be again - it feels wrongĀ - like everythingās shiftedĀ just enough that I can tell itās off but I dunnoāI dunno why.ā Patience has never been the Warlockās strong suit, especially when it comes to himself. Okay, sure, he hadnāt expected everything to fall straight back into place as if he hadnāt been gone in the first place - that was the last thing he thought would happen. But this? The constantly being on the edge of a panic attack, seeing moving shadows in the corners of his vision, the not being able to sleep without backing himself into a corner first. He hadnāt been ready for that at all.Ā
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā āI shouldāa come and found ya ā shouldāve at least said something.ā His voice is small, amber hues finding green for a split second before dropping down to stare at his hand in Andreasā own. He missed him. More than he really wants to admit - even to himself. The whole time he was stuck there he wanted nothing more than to be with Andreas - and now heās here Fawkeās terrified that itās not going back to what it was. A shaky breath drags from chapped lips, something of a forced smile on his features as he focuses again on Andreas.
It doesn't take much for Andreas to notice the way Fawke is hesitant when he touches him, his heightened hunter senses detecting even the smallest hint of stiffness. When his boyfriend speaks again, a prickle of worry spreads through his chest. Had the Hive really messed with him that much? Reality seemingly altered?
He can't imagine what the must feel like, as Guardian that rarely leaves the City. Never called on for important missions, never putting himself in real danger. Fawke, on the other hand, has probably experienced situations that he'd consider nightmares. Part of Andreas thinks he's lucky Fawke even came back at all.
And while Andreas was upset at first that he hadn't said anything about leaving, Fawke's last statement makes his heart sink even more. Obvious regret from not saying something about leaving.
He takes a moment and there's a long silence between them. Comforting someone isn't something he's normally good at!! But he has to try for Fawke because the Warlock isn't doing too good from the sound of it. "Come here." He says, guiding Fawke to lay back on the bed, the abundance of soft pilows behind them. If there's one place Fawke's going to find comfort to sleep, it's going to be here.
"I'm not mad at you for leaving. You didn't know. I don't--" Andreas watches him to make sure he's moving to lay beside him, patting the bed to where he wants him to move. "I don't blame you for things sucking here while you were gone. But I think they'll be better now that you're back." No more lonely nights now that Fawke's back. And maybe he can stop focusing on Emrys too.
Blinking rapidly a few more times, Andreas feels like Fawke's taking his sweet time moving next to him. "Come on, babe, get over here so I can smooch your face and make things better." Whether or not thatās really going to make things better is up for debate, but maybe if he can get Fawke to relax, talking will be easier.
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