Sliding down under the covers, he pulls them up to his chin and closes his eyes facing Molly, a deep well of sadness knotting in his chest. If he had just fucking said I started liking Jester in any way, shape, or form, this wouldn't have happened. It wouldn't feel like he's avoiding the man he loves because the ghost of someone else is haunting their relationship, goading Fjord to think about how pretty a blue pair of lips are or how bright her eyes always seem. It's all his fault that one of his friends would have burned himself just to make amends. Molly just wanted a memento of the people who love him.
Fjord lets out a shuddering sigh, otherwise staying silent. He can't speak, otherwise he'll say even more shit that upsets one or both of them. Better to keep it in. ]
[ Molly hears that sigh and almost turns around again, but then he can hear the half-orc setting in, so instead he turns his head away. He had fucked up so much between them, all because of that thoughtless use of magic... but at least Fjord was back. He was home.
He didn't hate him.
When Molly closes his eyes, it suddenly hits him how utterly exhausted he is, and he tries to fall asleep now that he at least can hear Fjord's breathing in the same room. ]
[ He has a similar thought cross his mind, at least we're here together, able to hear Molly across the room. It's cold comfort but it eventually sends Fjord to sleep, snoring softly. ]
[ Molly manages an hour or so of sleep before he turns too quickly in bed and almost falls out of it - he was used to the bigger version by now. He sits up, stroking his hands through his hair blearily - and then finds himself watching Fjord sleep for a while. It's soothing to the anxiety in his veins, and he can't help the small smile.
That's how he eventually falls asleep again, lying on his side and watching the half-orc breathe. For the first time in nearly a week, Molly gets a long rest. ]
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Sliding down under the covers, he pulls them up to his chin and closes his eyes facing Molly, a deep well of sadness knotting in his chest. If he had just fucking said I started liking Jester in any way, shape, or form, this wouldn't have happened. It wouldn't feel like he's avoiding the man he loves because the ghost of someone else is haunting their relationship, goading Fjord to think about how pretty a blue pair of lips are or how bright her eyes always seem. It's all his fault that one of his friends would have burned himself just to make amends. Molly just wanted a memento of the people who love him.
Fjord lets out a shuddering sigh, otherwise staying silent. He can't speak, otherwise he'll say even more shit that upsets one or both of them. Better to keep it in. ]
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He didn't hate him.
When Molly closes his eyes, it suddenly hits him how utterly exhausted he is, and he tries to fall asleep now that he at least can hear Fjord's breathing in the same room. ]
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That's how he eventually falls asleep again, lying on his side and watching the half-orc breathe. For the first time in nearly a week, Molly gets a long rest. ]