Emmett

There was a knock at med bays door. A figure steps in fully clad in a lead lined hazmat suit. Eyes stared froward from the gas mask. Kholer, the old green pyro and current teams liquidator. They were an intimidating figure to say the least. It stared for a long moment before signing with bloodied gloved hands.

"Hurt. Please help."

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Emmett jerks up a bit at the sound of the door. He clears his throat as he stands up, straightening out his outfit. He was in a more casual look, only wearing his camo pants and his button up.

Kohler, I wasn't expecting you to visit me today. I thought you weren't going out to the old base today?

Emmett pulls on his gas mask, more of a habit than a necessary action. He motions to one of the medical beds with head as he puts on his gloves.

Where are you injured Kohler?

Kholer walks forward and sits himself on the patients recliner. Raising an arm so Emmett could see the damage. His suit seemed to be ripped from some kind of snag. Exposing the adipose tissue. Epidermis and dermis clinging to the flap of the hazmat suit strings of stretched skin around the inner edge of the tear.

Kholer wasn't signing but by the way they were breathing it was clear this was agonizing.

Emmett stares at the injury for a moment. He gently grabs Kohler's arm and inspects the injury.

That must feel horrible Kohler. Let's get that fixed up, hm?

Emmett turns on the medigun to help relieve Kohler of some of the pain. He sets down Kohler's arm as he turns to find his suturing kit. He hums softly to himself as he preps the supplies he'll need, the humming being a habit he's had for years and seems to do during every visit. Though there was more of a gravel to it lately.

Kholer at there quietly. If it was up to them they would never leave the beam of the medigun. Forever basking in the comfort. Chronic pain was a difficult thing. His skin always felt a little raw. Nerve endings tangled in the fibers of his suit that melded with skin. Kholer stared off into space for a long moment. Before signing again.

Sorry I am trouble.

Emmett carefully holds Kholer's arm once again. Typically one wouldn't consider sewing the clothes and the skin together, but there was only so much Emmett could do with Kholer's skin being fused with their suit. Emmett hums softly as he carefully sews the flesh together. He watches Kholer sign before letting out a soft sigh.

You are not trouble Kholer. You are my patient just like anyone else. I do not care to categorize my patients into bad or good. Even if I did you would be a good patient. You visit when needed, don't squirm about and scream, and it's quite nice to care for you.

Getting a bit tense each time the thread was pulled slightly. The liquidator was shaking slightly. Perhaps intimidated by the needle, perhaps trembling from exhaustion. Perhaps it was just the nerve damage.

Kholer cant fully respond. Having one arm up so that the doctor could work limited their vocabulary by a lot. So instead he simply sighned. "No" with his free hand.

Emmett was careful with the sutures, not wanting to cause too much unnecessary discomfort. Emmett was always careful to not drag out appointments for too long. He's been aware of his team being unsettled by him for a long time.

Would you like to let it heal naturally or would you like me to use the medigun? Either way I would've needed the sutures to reduce chances of growths due to your high radiation levels.

“Beam feels nice.”

Kholer was urgent with the medigun use. The injury would hurt for a long time if allowed to cure naturally. And kholer found himself feeling a ‘buzz’ when the mediguns intensity was turned up. For in that moment it barely registered the clawing discomfort that nagged and ached in his bones. Kholer stared at Emmett a long time. It was hard to tell if they are staring at emmet or past him. Kholer flexs his fingers debating on how to phrase his next statement.

“ No one talks to me. I want to talk.”

Emmett pulls the medigun a bit closer. He watches the injury closely, making sure nothing went wrong. He didn't miss Kholer's words though. He thought for a moment, tilting his head to the side in confusion.

I am always here if you need someone to talk to Kholer. I rarely leave the infirmary as is and so guests are quite welcome. As long as you make it clear you're just visiting and not injured.

I Miss friends, Scare new friends. Always in quarantine.

Kholer let out a dry rattly breath.

I don’t want to die alone. I don’t want to die at all, but I can feel it coming. That’s what the dolls tell me

Emmett stares for a moment. He doesn't know what to say at first, a bit surprised by Kholer's words. He sets his tools to the side and pulls a chair up to sit on. He places a hand on Kholer's shoulder.

You aren't going to die alone Kholer. I won't let that happen to you, ok? Your dolls are wrong Kholer. I promise I won't let you die.

There was a knock at med bays door. A figure steps in fully clad in a lead lined hazmat suit. Eyes stared froward from the gas mask. Kholer, the old green pyro and current teams liquidator. They were an intimidating figure to say the least. It stared for a long moment before signing with bloodied gloved hands.

"Hurt. Please help."

@liquidate-and-melt

Emmett jerks up a bit at the sound of the door. He clears his throat as he stands up, straightening out his outfit. He was in a more casual look, only wearing his camo pants and his button up.

Kohler, I wasn't expecting you to visit me today. I thought you weren't going out to the old base today?

Emmett pulls on his gas mask, more of a habit than a necessary action. He motions to one of the medical beds with head as he puts on his gloves.

Where are you injured Kohler?

Kholer walks forward and sits himself on the patients recliner. Raising an arm so Emmett could see the damage. His suit seemed to be ripped from some kind of snag. Exposing the adipose tissue. Epidermis and dermis clinging to the flap of the hazmat suit strings of stretched skin around the inner edge of the tear.

Kholer wasn't signing but by the way they were breathing it was clear this was agonizing.

Emmett stares at the injury for a moment. He gently grabs Kohler's arm and inspects the injury.

That must feel horrible Kohler. Let's get that fixed up, hm?

Emmett turns on the medigun to help relieve Kohler of some of the pain. He sets down Kohler's arm as he turns to find his suturing kit. He hums softly to himself as he preps the supplies he'll need, the humming being a habit he's had for years and seems to do during every visit. Though there was more of a gravel to it lately.

Kholer at there quietly. If it was up to them they would never leave the beam of the medigun. Forever basking in the comfort. Chronic pain was a difficult thing. His skin always felt a little raw. Nerve endings tangled in the fibers of his suit that melded with skin. Kholer stared off into space for a long moment. Before signing again.

Sorry I am trouble.

Emmett carefully holds Kholer's arm once again. Typically one wouldn't consider sewing the clothes and the skin together, but there was only so much Emmett could do with Kholer's skin being fused with their suit. Emmett hums softly as he carefully sews the flesh together. He watches Kholer sign before letting out a soft sigh.

You are not trouble Kholer. You are my patient just like anyone else. I do not care to categorize my patients into bad or good. Even if I did you would be a good patient. You visit when needed, don't squirm about and scream, and it's quite nice to care for you.

Getting a bit tense each time the thread was pulled slightly. The liquidator was shaking slightly. Perhaps intimidated by the needle, perhaps trembling from exhaustion. Perhaps it was just the nerve damage.

Kholer cant fully respond. Having one arm up so that the doctor could work limited their vocabulary by a lot. So instead he simply sighned. "No" with his free hand.

Emmett was careful with the sutures, not wanting to cause too much unnecessary discomfort. Emmett was always careful to not drag out appointments for too long. He's been aware of his team being unsettled by him for a long time.

Would you like to let it heal naturally or would you like me to use the medigun? Either way I would've needed the sutures to reduce chances of growths due to your high radiation levels.

“Beam feels nice.”

Kholer was urgent with the medigun use. The injury would hurt for a long time if allowed to cure naturally. And kholer found himself feeling a ‘buzz’ when the mediguns intensity was turned up. For in that moment it barely registered the clawing discomfort that nagged and ached in his bones. Kholer stared at Emmett a long time. It was hard to tell if they are staring at emmet or past him. Kholer flexs his fingers debating on how to phrase his next statement.

“ No one talks to me. I want to talk.”

Emmett pulls the medigun a bit closer. He watches the injury closely, making sure nothing went wrong. He didn't miss Kholer's words though. He thought for a moment, tilting his head to the side in confusion.

I am always here if you need someone to talk to Kholer. I rarely leave the infirmary as is and so guests are quite welcome. As long as you make it clear you're just visiting and not injured.

There was a knock at med bays door. A figure steps in fully clad in a lead lined hazmat suit. Eyes stared froward from the gas mask. Kholer, the old green pyro and current teams liquidator. They were an intimidating figure to say the least. It stared for a long moment before signing with bloodied gloved hands.

"Hurt. Please help."

@liquidate-and-melt

Emmett jerks up a bit at the sound of the door. He clears his throat as he stands up, straightening out his outfit. He was in a more casual look, only wearing his camo pants and his button up.

Kohler, I wasn't expecting you to visit me today. I thought you weren't going out to the old base today?

Emmett pulls on his gas mask, more of a habit than a necessary action. He motions to one of the medical beds with head as he puts on his gloves.

Where are you injured Kohler?

Kholer walks forward and sits himself on the patients recliner. Raising an arm so Emmett could see the damage. His suit seemed to be ripped from some kind of snag. Exposing the adipose tissue. Epidermis and dermis clinging to the flap of the hazmat suit strings of stretched skin around the inner edge of the tear.

Kholer wasn't signing but by the way they were breathing it was clear this was agonizing.

Emmett stares at the injury for a moment. He gently grabs Kohler's arm and inspects the injury.

That must feel horrible Kohler. Let's get that fixed up, hm?

Emmett turns on the medigun to help relieve Kohler of some of the pain. He sets down Kohler's arm as he turns to find his suturing kit. He hums softly to himself as he preps the supplies he'll need, the humming being a habit he's had for years and seems to do during every visit. Though there was more of a gravel to it lately.

Kholer at there quietly. If it was up to them they would never leave the beam of the medigun. Forever basking in the comfort. Chronic pain was a difficult thing. His skin always felt a little raw. Nerve endings tangled in the fibers of his suit that melded with skin. Kholer stared off into space for a long moment. Before signing again.

Sorry I am trouble.

Emmett carefully holds Kholer's arm once again. Typically one wouldn't consider sewing the clothes and the skin together, but there was only so much Emmett could do with Kholer's skin being fused with their suit. Emmett hums softly as he carefully sews the flesh together. He watches Kholer sign before letting out a soft sigh.

You are not trouble Kholer. You are my patient just like anyone else. I do not care to categorize my patients into bad or good. Even if I did you would be a good patient. You visit when needed, don't squirm about and scream, and it's quite nice to care for you.

Getting a bit tense each time the thread was pulled slightly. The liquidator was shaking slightly. Perhaps intimidated by the needle, perhaps trembling from exhaustion. Perhaps it was just the nerve damage.

Kholer cant fully respond. Having one arm up so that the doctor could work limited their vocabulary by a lot. So instead he simply sighned. "No" with his free hand.

Emmett was careful with the sutures, not wanting to cause too much unnecessary discomfort. Emmett was always careful to not drag out appointments for too long. He's been aware of his team being unsettled by him for a long time.

Would you like to let it heal naturally or would you like me to use the medigun? Either way I would've needed the sutures to reduce chances of growths due to your high radiation levels.

There was a knock at med bays door. A figure steps in fully clad in a lead lined hazmat suit. Eyes stared froward from the gas mask. Kholer, the old green pyro and current teams liquidator. They were an intimidating figure to say the least. It stared for a long moment before signing with bloodied gloved hands.

"Hurt. Please help."

@liquidate-and-melt

Emmett jerks up a bit at the sound of the door. He clears his throat as he stands up, straightening out his outfit. He was in a more casual look, only wearing his camo pants and his button up.

Kohler, I wasn't expecting you to visit me today. I thought you weren't going out to the old base today?

Emmett pulls on his gas mask, more of a habit than a necessary action. He motions to one of the medical beds with head as he puts on his gloves.

Where are you injured Kohler?

Kholer walks forward and sits himself on the patients recliner. Raising an arm so Emmett could see the damage. His suit seemed to be ripped from some kind of snag. Exposing the adipose tissue. Epidermis and dermis clinging to the flap of the hazmat suit strings of stretched skin around the inner edge of the tear.

Kholer wasn't signing but by the way they were breathing it was clear this was agonizing.

Emmett stares at the injury for a moment. He gently grabs Kohler's arm and inspects the injury.

That must feel horrible Kohler. Let's get that fixed up, hm?

Emmett turns on the medigun to help relieve Kohler of some of the pain. He sets down Kohler's arm as he turns to find his suturing kit. He hums softly to himself as he preps the supplies he'll need, the humming being a habit he's had for years and seems to do during every visit. Though there was more of a gravel to it lately.

Kholer at there quietly. If it was up to them they would never leave the beam of the medigun. Forever basking in the comfort. Chronic pain was a difficult thing. His skin always felt a little raw. Nerve endings tangled in the fibers of his suit that melded with skin. Kholer stared off into space for a long moment. Before signing again.

Sorry I am trouble.

Emmett carefully holds Kholer's arm once again. Typically one wouldn't consider sewing the clothes and the skin together, but there was only so much Emmett could do with Kholer's skin being fused with their suit. Emmett hums softly as he carefully sews the flesh together. He watches Kholer sign before letting out a soft sigh.

You are not trouble Kholer. You are my patient just like anyone else. I do not care to categorize my patients into bad or good. Even if I did you would be a good patient. You visit when needed, don't squirm about and scream, and it's quite nice to care for you.

There was a knock at med bays door. A figure steps in fully clad in a lead lined hazmat suit. Eyes stared froward from the gas mask. Kholer, the old green pyro and current teams liquidator. They were an intimidating figure to say the least. It stared for a long moment before signing with bloodied gloved hands.

"Hurt. Please help."

@liquidate-and-melt

Emmett jerks up a bit at the sound of the door. He clears his throat as he stands up, straightening out his outfit. He was in a more casual look, only wearing his camo pants and his button up.

Kohler, I wasn't expecting you to visit me today. I thought you weren't going out to the old base today?

Emmett pulls on his gas mask, more of a habit than a necessary action. He motions to one of the medical beds with head as he puts on his gloves.

Where are you injured Kohler?

Kholer walks forward and sits himself on the patients recliner. Raising an arm so Emmett could see the damage. His suit seemed to be ripped from some kind of snag. Exposing the adipose tissue. Epidermis and dermis clinging to the flap of the hazmat suit strings of stretched skin around the inner edge of the tear.

Kholer wasn't signing but by the way they were breathing it was clear this was agonizing.

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Emmett stares at the injury for a moment. He gently grabs Kohler's arm and inspects the injury.

That must feel horrible Kohler. Let's get that fixed up, hm?

Emmett turns on the medigun to help relieve Kohler of some of the pain. He sets down Kohler's arm as he turns to find his suturing kit. He hums softly to himself as he preps the supplies he'll need, the humming being a habit he's had for years and seems to do during every visit. Though there was more of a gravel to it lately.

There was a knock at med bays door. A figure steps in fully clad in a lead lined hazmat suit. Eyes stared froward from the gas mask. Kholer, the old green pyro and current teams liquidator. They were an intimidating figure to say the least. It stared for a long moment before signing with bloodied gloved hands.

"Hurt. Please help."

@liquidate-and-melt

Emmett jerks up a bit at the sound of the door. He clears his throat as he stands up, straightening out his outfit. He was in a more casual look, only wearing his camo pants and his button up.

Kohler, I wasn't expecting you to visit me today. I thought you weren't going out to the old base today?

Emmett pulls on his gas mask, more of a habit than a necessary action. He motions to one of the medical beds with head as he puts on his gloves.

Where are you injured Kohler?

Greetings, Mr Emmett! May I inquire you about your favourite (and if not favorite, most tolerable) person in your team?

If so, may you give them a hug?

--Kay, The A.N Office

@news-spreading-anon

I already hug my children and husband all the time.

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Forgot to share but Nameless in her new years outfit! —Mod

Emmett kneels down, cooing softly at the sight of his daughter. He gently moves some of her hair out of her face and wipes her tears.

Oh kleine Blüte, you look so cute. Are the boots comfortable? If they aren't you can tell papa.

Nameless nods

“Comfortableeeee, I like the boots!”

She says with confidence but is quickly interrupted by a big yawn, she definitely stayed way past her curfew and the fussy-ness is starting to settle

Emmett chuckles softly at her yawn. He carefully picks her up as he stands, holding her with both arms. He gently rubs her back and gives her a kiss on top of her head.

Someone's very sleepy it seems. Sorry papa und his friends kept you up kleine Blüte.

She pouts but is quick to snuggle up and get comfortable on her fathers arms

“Hmmm…. I want the sleepy music…please”

She politely demands, her voice being quiet and tired from screaming as she ran around with sparklers, loudly sang her favorite songs and loud cries from when the fireworks startled her…

Overall a big eventful night for his kleine blüte

You want sleepy music? Alright little one, I'll get your sleepy music.

Emmett walks into the base, carrying his daughter to her room. The entire time he was lightly bouncing her and rubbing her back. He hummed softly whilst he walked to fill the quiet.

Forgot to share but Nameless in her new years outfit! —Mod

Emmett kneels down, cooing softly at the sight of his daughter. He gently moves some of her hair out of her face and wipes her tears.

Oh kleine Blüte, you look so cute. Are the boots comfortable? If they aren't you can tell papa.

Nameless nods

“Comfortableeeee, I like the boots!”

She says with confidence but is quickly interrupted by a big yawn, she definitely stayed way past her curfew and the fussy-ness is starting to settle

Emmett chuckles softly at her yawn. He carefully picks her up as he stands, holding her with both arms. He gently rubs her back and gives her a kiss on top of her head.

Someone's very sleepy it seems. Sorry papa und his friends kept you up kleine Blüte.

Forgot to share but Nameless in her new years outfit! —Mod

Emmett kneels down, cooing softly at the sight of his daughter. He gently moves some of her hair out of her face and wipes her tears.

Oh kleine Blüte, you look so cute. Are the boots comfortable? If they aren't you can tell papa.

As night settles in, the moonlight spills softly through the window, casting faint silver lines across the room. The clock quietly ticks its way to midnight when the door creaks open. A weary Scott steps in, his movements slow and clumsy as he stumbles toward the bed, being ever so careful not to wake his partner.

Scott's nights had grown longer lately, the deep, dark bags under his eyes more visible than ever. Luckily he has his goggles to hide em... But this time, it wasn’t from the usual- endless station work and record or long hours spent tinkering with machines. No, lately, even those distractions felt impossible to bother with

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It didn't take much to rouse Emmett. The man had always been a bit of a light sleeper. Though being with Scott had somehow worsened this. The slightest tumble caused Emmett to wake up.

Emmett groans softly as he sits up, rubbing at his eyes. He turns to face his lover and a small smile graces his face. Though a glance at the clock quickly wiped the smile away. Emmett pulls himself out of bed and takes a few steps to be in front of Scott. Without the blanket covering him Scott could see that Emmett was wearing his night robes.

It's late meine Liebe. Must you always stay in the tower so late?

Scott offered a weary smile, rubbing the back of his neck. stretching it out as he avoided Emmett's gaze.

"Just the usual station hiccups, Em,"

he muttered, his tone light but edged with fatigue.

"Had some unexpected dead air during the late-night broadcast...equipment decided to act up at the worst possible time. Spent a bit longer than I'd like troubleshooting to make sure it doesn't happen again."

He stepped closer, reaching out to gently touch Emmett’s arm. His fingers lingered for a moment, as if grounding himself.

"Nothin' worth worryin' over, I promise. Now, come on...let’s get you back in bed before I end up feelin' guilty for wakin' you."

Scott's tone was light, but his smile didn’t quite reach his eyes, and there was a flicker of something unspoken in his expression...there and gone in an instant.

Emmett sighs softly as he listens to Scott. He reaches up and holds Scott's face, slowly rubbing his thumbs against Scott's cheeks. He stays like that for a few moments before moving his hands the slightest bit higher and removing Scott's goggles. He looks Scott in the eyes, worried eyes meeting tired ones.

I'm sorry meine Liebe. You know how I vorry. I just can't help but zhink of vhat happened to you vhen you don't come home at your usual time... You've been staying later und later...

Scott let out a quiet chuckle, leaning into Emmett’s touch as a soft sigh escaped him. For a moment, the warmth of his hand seemed to ease some of the tension Scott carried.

"I know, I know..."

he said softly, offering a faint smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes.

"But really, Em, it ain't nuthin' to worry 'bout."

His gaze flickered to the window, and his shoulders stiffened slightly. He looked away, his fingers fidgeting with the hem of his sleeve

"Really..."

he started again, but the slight crack in his voice betrayed him. Clearing his throat, he forced a weak laugh

"Y’know how it gets, broadcasts run long technical issues and such the usual chaos."

The words came too quickly, too rehearsed, and his grip on his composure wavered.Scott turned back to Emmett, his expression softening as he placed his hand over his husband’s Boyfriend

"But… thanks. For carin’...means alot ta me... Even if I’m a stubborn fool sometimes."

the last words came out more quieter, as if he didnt want to admit to them but...he ment every word

Emmett could hear how fake Scott's words sound. He'd be an idiot not to. Yet he says nothing to point it out. Emmett simply leans down to kiss Scott on the top of his head.

I vill always care. No matter vhat happens you und zhe kids vill always be my top priority.

Emmett pauses. His gaze now settles not on Scott. Looking anywhere but at his lover.

Until zhe day I die.

There's a slight wobble to Emmett's voice when he speaks. It was barely noticeable, but it's there. Emmett gives Scott another kiss, on the cheek this time.

He offered a faint, tired smile at the response, taking a deep breath before letting out a weary sigh.

"Well… I’m sure as hell that you're good father to the kids and as carin with me, but…"

His voice trailed off as he rubbed his eyes with his hand, his thumb and forefinger pressing lightly against the tired, aching sockets in a futile attempt to stay awake.

"I dunno if this is somethin’ you can just fix for me. It’s not… that simple"

He hesitated for a moment

"It’s just… y’know how I am. If somethin’ breaks, I fix it. That’s what I do. Doesn’t matter if it’s a busted radio, a machine actin’ up, or…"

He paused, his voice lowering slightly

"Hell, even if it’s me that’s broken"

He muttered to himself softly. The admission felt raw, and he chuckled nervously, as if trying to shake it off

"I just...I guess ya can say papa bear is just havin' a bit of trouble hibernatin' this winter...I just aint in the zone quite yet"

Emmett loosely wraps his arms around Scott's shoulders, giving his lover the chance to pull away if he wanted. He knew something was wrong. Emmett opens his mouth to say something, but decides not to. Instead he rests his head on Scott's. He wants to know what's bothering his beloved, but his fear of upsetting someone so dear to him outweighs that want. Emmett chooses to be silent. He chooses to simply hold his dear Scott and let the other choose to speak.

As night settles in, the moonlight spills softly through the window, casting faint silver lines across the room. The clock quietly ticks its way to midnight when the door creaks open. A weary Scott steps in, his movements slow and clumsy as he stumbles toward the bed, being ever so careful not to wake his partner.

Scott's nights had grown longer lately, the deep, dark bags under his eyes more visible than ever. Luckily he has his goggles to hide em... But this time, it wasn’t from the usual- endless station work and record or long hours spent tinkering with machines. No, lately, even those distractions felt impossible to bother with

@ask-that-radiohost-engie

It didn't take much to rouse Emmett. The man had always been a bit of a light sleeper. Though being with Scott had somehow worsened this. The slightest tumble caused Emmett to wake up.

Emmett groans softly as he sits up, rubbing at his eyes. He turns to face his lover and a small smile graces his face. Though a glance at the clock quickly wiped the smile away. Emmett pulls himself out of bed and takes a few steps to be in front of Scott. Without the blanket covering him Scott could see that Emmett was wearing his night robes.

It's late meine Liebe. Must you always stay in the tower so late?

Scott offered a weary smile, rubbing the back of his neck. stretching it out as he avoided Emmett's gaze.

"Just the usual station hiccups, Em,"

he muttered, his tone light but edged with fatigue.

"Had some unexpected dead air during the late-night broadcast...equipment decided to act up at the worst possible time. Spent a bit longer than I'd like troubleshooting to make sure it doesn't happen again."

He stepped closer, reaching out to gently touch Emmett’s arm. His fingers lingered for a moment, as if grounding himself.

"Nothin' worth worryin' over, I promise. Now, come on...let’s get you back in bed before I end up feelin' guilty for wakin' you."

Scott's tone was light, but his smile didn’t quite reach his eyes, and there was a flicker of something unspoken in his expression...there and gone in an instant.

Emmett sighs softly as he listens to Scott. He reaches up and holds Scott's face, slowly rubbing his thumbs against Scott's cheeks. He stays like that for a few moments before moving his hands the slightest bit higher and removing Scott's goggles. He looks Scott in the eyes, worried eyes meeting tired ones.

I'm sorry meine Liebe. You know how I vorry. I just can't help but zhink of vhat happened to you vhen you don't come home at your usual time... You've been staying later und later...

Scott let out a quiet chuckle, leaning into Emmett’s touch as a soft sigh escaped him. For a moment, the warmth of his hand seemed to ease some of the tension Scott carried.

"I know, I know..."

he said softly, offering a faint smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes.

"But really, Em, it ain't nuthin' to worry 'bout."

His gaze flickered to the window, and his shoulders stiffened slightly. He looked away, his fingers fidgeting with the hem of his sleeve

"Really..."

he started again, but the slight crack in his voice betrayed him. Clearing his throat, he forced a weak laugh

"Y’know how it gets, broadcasts run long technical issues and such the usual chaos."

The words came too quickly, too rehearsed, and his grip on his composure wavered.Scott turned back to Emmett, his expression softening as he placed his hand over his husband’s Boyfriend

"But… thanks. For carin’...means alot ta me... Even if I’m a stubborn fool sometimes."

the last words came out more quieter, as if he didnt want to admit to them but...he ment every word

Emmett could hear how fake Scott's words sound. He'd be an idiot not to. Yet he says nothing to point it out. Emmett simply leans down to kiss Scott on the top of his head.

I vill always care. No matter vhat happens you und zhe kids vill always be my top priority.

Emmett pauses. His gaze now settles not on Scott. Looking anywhere but at his lover.

Until zhe day I die.

There's a slight wobble to Emmett's voice when he speaks. It was barely noticeable, but it's there. Emmett gives Scott another kiss, on the cheek this time.

As night settles in, the moonlight spills softly through the window, casting faint silver lines across the room. The clock quietly ticks its way to midnight when the door creaks open. A weary Scott steps in, his movements slow and clumsy as he stumbles toward the bed, being ever so careful not to wake his partner.

Scott's nights had grown longer lately, the deep, dark bags under his eyes more visible than ever. Luckily he has his goggles to hide em... But this time, it wasn’t from the usual- endless station work and record or long hours spent tinkering with machines. No, lately, even those distractions felt impossible to bother with

@ask-that-radiohost-engie

It didn't take much to rouse Emmett. The man had always been a bit of a light sleeper. Though being with Scott had somehow worsened this. The slightest tumble caused Emmett to wake up.

Emmett groans softly as he sits up, rubbing at his eyes. He turns to face his lover and a small smile graces his face. Though a glance at the clock quickly wiped the smile away. Emmett pulls himself out of bed and takes a few steps to be in front of Scott. Without the blanket covering him Scott could see that Emmett was wearing his night robes.

It's late meine Liebe. Must you always stay in the tower so late?

Scott offered a weary smile, rubbing the back of his neck. stretching it out as he avoided Emmett's gaze.

"Just the usual station hiccups, Em,"

he muttered, his tone light but edged with fatigue.

"Had some unexpected dead air during the late-night broadcast...equipment decided to act up at the worst possible time. Spent a bit longer than I'd like troubleshooting to make sure it doesn't happen again."

He stepped closer, reaching out to gently touch Emmett’s arm. His fingers lingered for a moment, as if grounding himself.

"Nothin' worth worryin' over, I promise. Now, come on...let’s get you back in bed before I end up feelin' guilty for wakin' you."

Scott's tone was light, but his smile didn’t quite reach his eyes, and there was a flicker of something unspoken in his expression...there and gone in an instant.

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Emmett sighs softly as he listens to Scott. He reaches up and holds Scott's face, slowly rubbing his thumbs against Scott's cheeks. He stays like that for a few moments before moving his hands the slightest bit higher and removing Scott's goggles. He looks Scott in the eyes, worried eyes meeting tired ones.

I'm sorry meine Liebe. You know how I vorry. I just can't help but zhink of vhat happened to you vhen you don't come home at your usual time... You've been staying later und later...

As night settles in, the moonlight spills softly through the window, casting faint silver lines across the room. The clock quietly ticks its way to midnight when the door creaks open. A weary Scott steps in, his movements slow and clumsy as he stumbles toward the bed, being ever so careful not to wake his partner.

Scott's nights had grown longer lately, the deep, dark bags under his eyes more visible than ever. Luckily he has his goggles to hide em... But this time, it wasn’t from the usual- endless station work and record or long hours spent tinkering with machines. No, lately, even those distractions felt impossible to bother with

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It didn't take much to rouse Emmett. The man had always been a bit of a light sleeper. Though being with Scott had somehow worsened this. The slightest tumble caused Emmett to wake up.

Emmett groans softly as he sits up, rubbing at his eyes. He turns to face his lover and a small smile graces his face. Though a glance at the clock quickly wiped the smile away. Emmett pulls himself out of bed and takes a few steps to be in front of Scott. Without the blanket covering him Scott could see that Emmett was wearing his night robes.

It's late meine Liebe. Must you always stay in the tower so late?

YOU!!

Vhy are you here, you insufferable snake?! Don't you bother me und my husband enough in really life?! You are already a nuisance to deal with in real life und now you are here?

Also ve vatched zhe latest episode. It vas predictable to zhe point I didn't even laugh at zhe idiocy of it.

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oh well if it isnt ze pycho himself!! Can't a man like me just have a bit of fun~

he snickered as he leaned back in his lil directors chair

and ehem correction. BOYFRIEND, He hasn't really proposed to you yet since hes stuck in that radio tower of his! A dad that stepped up? I mean come on thats more like a dad who stepped out and went for another pack beer. Also you do know watchin my stuff gives me more MONEEYYYYY

he laughed

Oh dont you worry my crazy, psychotic friend. I PROBABLY won't bother you and your lil boy toy any longer...on here atleast

Our jobs make it difficult to care for our children but at least ve are in zheir lives. At least zhey know our names. I cannot say zhe same for you und your spawn. At least ve do our best to see our children every day. Ve let zhem have fun und do vhat zhey vant vithout judgment.

Emmett leans over a bit to look Spy in the eyes. His mask covered his face, but the shit eating grin could be heard.

I don't zhink you can do zhe same. Und you didn't vhen you could.

His eye twitched

"Oh you wanna fucking play? okay lets play

How nice that you're so proud of your minimal effort in your kids' lives, especially considering your job's poor time management. Or your job in general. You know that dog you call your son aint even doing SHIT around to help

And don't act like you're some kind of parenting saint when you barely see them!! Especially nameless and the people you choose to associate with have their own toxic behaviors I mean come on look at scotty boy, Hes locked up in there for a reason and it sure is obvious he ain't doin it for his 'job'

It's rich hearing you judge me when your entire lifestyle is a walking contradiction. Maybe if you actually cared enough about your kids, you'd reconsider what you've done to them already!But, hey, at least you’ve got the gas mask to hide from the truth.

I spent as much time as I could with him even when he was sick.

ATLEAST I TRIED

Emmett grabs Spy by the collar. He didn't care if he ruffled up his pristine suit. It was the least of his worries.

Don't you ever call my son a dog. I know I hurt him und he vill never be normal. Neither of us vill ever be normal. I vill own up to zhat. I never should have changed him zhe vay I did. I know I should see my children more but at least I do everything I can to keep zhem happy. Zhey are my pride und joy, und I vill not let you talk down to zhem like zhat.

His grip tightens as he begins pushing the sides of his fists against the sides of Spy's neck.

Und I don't know vhy Scott stays in his radio tower. He probably fucking hates it here, und I don't blame him. It is hell here. Und he does go up zhere for his job. He tries to visit during zhe day vhen he can because he loves me und he loves our kids. Our kids are allowed to visit und so am I. He tells me all zhe time about how zhe kids pop in for visits. Maybe do more research zhe next time you watch us, frog.

He gasped, feeling the doctor's fists press against his neck. Gripping both of the man's wrists tightly, he let out a laugh.

Oh i really struck a cord there huh?! You can't run from anythin but the truth huh stronzo?!

He yanked Emmet's fists away from his neck, forcing his wrists down as he drew his face closer.

and messing with my suit too. wow you really went far! But hey if both of you hate it here so much why did you insist everyone to move here? I mean come on we were perfectly fine where we were before but NOOOOO you just had to move for the sake of nameless. I get it shes a wonderful girl but you coulda just brought her with us when you had the chance instead of moving to the middle of fucking nowhere.

He drove his knee into the man's stomach, attempting to make him collapse in pain.

scott messed with ya atleast once. Thats gotta be saying SOMETHING, especially counting the amount of times he was sent to the big mans office cus of all complaints he had from being too lewd on air!

Emmett gasps at the sudden force against his stomach. He manages to not double over but he does take a moment before speaking.

Zhere had been an arrangement, but I have reason to believe it is no longer in order. If you were unhappy vith zhe arrangement, you didn't have to come vith. Replacements vould have arrived quite soon. But I don't zhink you vanted zhat, did you? For a man who's job depends on no attachments und moving, you sure are sentimental.

he lets go of his wrist stepping back to make sure Emmett won't pounce on him again

Oh please I'm speaking on behalf of scott and the other mercs who left after moving here. I know for sure Scott didn't agree to your plan either. It's been a running problem huh? Not properly talking to him or communicating about what ya wanna do hm? with Welpe, moving here and all...

Emmett falls silent for a while. The sound coming from him being his deep breathing through the mask. His head slowly tilts to the side.

You really zhink zhat telling me problems I already know vill hurt me? I know I am a shit person. I am a horrible lover. I am a disastrous father. I don't need a man who has been making heart eyes at zhe wrong team to tell me zhat.

glad to see you finally get it- wait

WHAT-

His love life in general was a mess from the very beginning. Dated, ran away. Married, ran away... but now... its a crush he can't really run from

He grabbed his collar pulling him close. As much of a drama queen King he is. he can't let word get out no matter what

who told you-

Emmett couldn't help but laugh at Spy's reaction. He has to take a moment to collect himself.

Oh little Spy, you really zhink you can hide it? One little slip of the tongue und I vas able to see all zhe signs. How you disappear und die to only him over und over? How you seem fascinated with vhat he makes? How zhere vas a new man introduced to your romantic troubles in the newer episodes zhat has such a familiar accent und always vears a hat?

His cheeks burned brightly beneath the balaclava, his teeth grinding against each other under the fabric. as the blush crawled up to be a bit more visible

Why you- IT ISN'T THAT OBVIOUS AND I DON'T (he dose) PROJECT ANYTHING INTO MY SHOWS AND ARTICLES

he grips on his collar. more tightly now

If I hear a PEEP coming out if your mouth saying ANYTHING about this I'll make sure your love life gose down the drain...

It isn't zhat obvious?! Spy, I vas vatching it und zhought you had hired his doppelganger! Only difference vas you made him a bit taller.

Emmett leans a bit closer.

He is mostly faceless, never too late for recasting. You recasted Amelia, a main character, so you can recast him.

who are you to give me. the damn director of this whole thing advice?! says the guy who sleeps with the radio man and steals peoples organs for a living!

he huffed as he lets go of his collar

I'll recast later. It's hard trying to find GOOD actors here or people in general who can commute here. Do you know how hard it is to schedule everything yourself?! No you don't. So keep your mouth shut on the whole thing. Plus i bet he doesn't even watch it so theres that! plus his actor is such a creep- I need to fire him ASAP! i know damn well he aint like that in person

I am aware of zhe struggles Herr Spy. I am simply saying as someone who spends time around his class zhat he vas not zhe best choice. Und I can say as someone who quite loves telenovas zhat he is not made for zhem. He feels too... stale. He feels like he only wanted zhe role to say he vas on tv. How he says his lines just comes off like he is reading his lines, not acting zhem.

Well how can I properly recast? I mean come on it's already difficult as it is to find new actors I can't just wish for one right on the spot!!

he sighed as he leaned back on his chair

God Plus I'm in charge of two departments. It's already hard juggling that AND my love life which...you know about already sadly-