Hurt/Comfort with Lucio x Reader Themes: isolation, comfort, established relationship, living together, gn reader, drabble. Word count: 946
You sat with your back against the door, waiting for Lucio's response to finally chime through. It had been 5 minutes since you last uttered words that left him silent, and you felt your heart grow heavier with each passing second. You were helpless there, as you sat and considered your next steps.
Lucio had been stressed recently - something he would usually always come to you about. Communication between the two of you had always been strong, with the two of you never hiding things that were weighing your shoulders down. Or, so you thought. But with how Lucio was reluctant to speak, tell you how he felt, or even let you into his now locked room, you felt your confidence in the two of you's communication shake. It was unbearable, really, as you were left with silence and the cold wood of his door pressed against your spine.
You rested your head against the door now, and closed your eyes as you felt the overwhelming anxiety and hopelessness grate over your body. You've never seen him like this, and frankly you didn't know what to do about it. In your mind, you were looping endlessly with what could be causing him this much pain. If you could, you'd take it all away from him - it's the least you could do when it's causing him so much internal grief.
On the other side of the door, Lucio sat in his chair with his head in his hands on his desk. His damp hands holding himself over his eyes, as he stiffled sobs and cries from you. This was something he had to face alone, and couldn't bare to bring you into this too. The thought of dragging you down with him, it was worth than death to him. All he wanted was for you to leave, so he could get this over with and move on whatever the cost. Lucio refused to bring you into this and stain your mind with the thoughts that clouded them constantly now.
It all started after that one mission - he had to witness something unbearable. Something he couldn't have ever imagined, and now his mind was smeared with the images as though they were wine stains in an ivory carpet. Lucio knew you would grow concerned for his work if he talked about it, and knew how much pain it would cause you to know this was happening but there was nothing you could do. Truthfully, and otherwise, he would run to you and ask you to hold him as he cried his pain away. But this time, he couldn't bring himself to. This was something he couldn't bare on your shoulders - only his alone, to him.
“If you don't want to talk about it, that's okay.” you stated loudly, breaking his thoughts and drawing him back to you. “But I'm not leaving you. I'm staying right here, so when you're ready, you can come to me.” you continued, as Lucio heard you shuffle against the wood and get yourself comfortable.
How his heart broke at his words from both love and fear. Lucio held himself back from accepting your offer, as he stayed in his chair but brought his hands away from his face. He stared at the door intently, watching your shadow through the low crack of the door as it shifted and stirred. He considered for a moment what to say, before deciding that words wouldn't do anything to help him, or you.
You listened with your eyes closed again, your head rested against the door. You wanted to hear any signs of life, any signs that he was okay besides the occassional sniffle and shaky breath he let out. But, you never expected to hear him move out of his desk with a click of it's joints. You stayed quiet, ensuring you didn't scare him off from whatever he was planning.
Lucio stood up, and walked slowly on the carpet of his office towards the door. His room was dark enough to see your shadow remain still, but light enough that he could find his way confidently. He stood for a moment, hands at his side as his body trembled for a moment. Lucio considered unlocking the door, letting you in and letting you mend him. But he couldn't do that - not just yet.
His body lowered slowly to the floor, with your ears picking up on this intentively. You could hear his body shuffle, before feeling resistance against your back from the door. You could only assume he was sat against it too, head and spine against yours too. It was oddly comforting, feeling him like this through the wood. But you remained silent, refusing to let a single wrongly worded sentance push him away. Instead, you gave him full control of the situation. You trusted him, even with your stirred confidence. All he had to do was take his time, you thought as you let him get comfortable against his wooden door.
Silence lingered for a moment. You grew used to it now, as both your breathing was in sync now. Your hearts beat together, your minds stirred together. It felt as though the two of you were truly connected, even with the door obstructing any actual touch. The two of you sat there silent, with the only noises that filled the air being his stiffled sniffles and wipes of his tears on his sleeve. Lucio deeply inhaled, his breath shaky, as you sensed he was going to finally say something. Your ears perked up, ready and willing to listen.
“Thank you… But just knowing you’re here, that’s more than enough for me. You’re always the light in my day, y’know?”
