[ Somehow, that's the worst part of all of this. ]
[ Marco keeps his grief as silent as he can, biting his lip and holding on, until that retch comes. He doesn't recoil, but he lets Ace, lets him have that space no matter how much it tears at him. The least he can give him is the dignity of not throwing up on either of them. ]
[ But as soon as he turns back Marco's on his feet, meeting him halfway, the shelf of his hand a brace for Ace's shaky hand and his body a buoy in this storm. ]
[ Ace collapses and Marco sits down with him, less fully on the grave and more in the grass just next to it. Pulls the smaller man into his lap. ]
[ But it was cold. ]
[ And a snivel finally sticks in Marco's nose, his teeth biting into his lip to try to hold it back. But when Ace just... asks like that... Fuck. He drops his face into the other's boiling hot neck - Ace's skin always runs hot, always burning like the fire inside him, and that more than anything is what makes the cold sound so wrong - and his own damn bursts and he sobs, once, gritting his teeth and holding tight and no, no, fuck, he has to be the rock here, fuck. ]
Idiot. [ Fuck. ] You've been dead for two fucking years, fuck, how are you even here you bastard we've all missed you so fucking much...
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Date: 2019-02-18 04:54 am (UTC)[ Somehow, that's the worst part of all of this. ]
[ Marco keeps his grief as silent as he can, biting his lip and holding on, until that retch comes. He doesn't recoil, but he lets Ace, lets him have that space no matter how much it tears at him. The least he can give him is the dignity of not throwing up on either of them. ]
[ But as soon as he turns back Marco's on his feet, meeting him halfway, the shelf of his hand a brace for Ace's shaky hand and his body a buoy in this storm. ]
[ Ace collapses and Marco sits down with him, less fully on the grave and more in the grass just next to it. Pulls the smaller man into his lap. ]
[ But it was cold. ]
[ And a snivel finally sticks in Marco's nose, his teeth biting into his lip to try to hold it back. But when Ace just... asks like that... Fuck. He drops his face into the other's boiling hot neck - Ace's skin always runs hot, always burning like the fire inside him, and that more than anything is what makes the cold sound so wrong - and his own damn bursts and he sobs, once, gritting his teeth and holding tight and no, no, fuck, he has to be the rock here, fuck. ]
Idiot. [ Fuck. ] You've been dead for two fucking years, fuck, how are you even here you bastard we've all missed you so fucking much...