Why, he wondered, did he hopelessly hang on to every word that hung out of Sean’s mouth? No doubt, he looked stupid, with his brow furrowed and his mouth hanging open. He begged those words to mean something more. He begged that there was something in those words that was serious, something more real than just wanting to keep him company.
Sean had just killed a man. Jeong had pushed him to, he’d asked if that was what should be done, and, by all technicality, it was humane. It was what needed to be done, or the man was going to live a hopeless, empty existence. And here he was, very much a child as he had always been, kneading his fingers together and staring down a murderer, and all he could feel was in his heart, nothing like fear or anger but only unadulterated confusion.
Still, like a child, the words fell out absently, wishfully, in a whimsical whisper that he almost hoped Sean didn’t hear.
“I want to be with you, too.”
His lips quirked into a small smile, and he gave Jeong's hand a light squeeze. Of course he'd heard him - they were too close for him not to have - and he hoped the pyromancer meant them as much as he did.
Without a word, he tightened his grip on the other's hand, threading their fingers together before leading him up the steps. At the top, he turned towards Jeong's room, then pulled him towards the bed.
"I was serious about the nap."
Sean seated himself on the edge of the mattress, looking up at his friend the way he always did. They'd been close to each other for a while, but did all the confessions from the past week change things? Were they going to be different with each other from now on?
Such change might have been good, but it had the potential to be bad, and he was scared.
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