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Nyon was laying on his back in his bunk, staring blankly up at the bed boards of the bunk above him as he took a long drag. Shakily he held it in his lungs. The air was stagnant and silent and it cut deep into his core. Earlier he had been given the blessing of being told to leave the room when Luther turned his anger towards the other catman, Nyen. While his fight or flight instincts screamed at him to turn tail and flee, which he logically did of course, a part of him scolded him for not staying and trying to calm their shared Master’s anger to make it easier for Nyen. It settled like a weight in his gut that no amount of hastily rolled blunts could ease.
He slowly exhaled.
He was unsure how much time had passed before he was pulled out of his haze by the door opening, he perked up instantly and sat on his elbows to see Nyen sulk his way quietly into the room, the catman’s head hanging low. Nyon scrambled to reach the ashtray on the nightstand and threw his legs over the side of his bed while Nyen quickly crawled onto the top bunk. The quiet man placed his hands on the edge of the top mattress and tilted his head, looking wide eyed at the other who’s back was turned to him. Wide eyed yet full of concern and worry.
Nyen pulled his legs closer to his chest as he scowled, trying his best and failing in not worrying his bottom lip. He broke the eerie silence in the room, “I can feel you staring at me, asshole.”
Nyon opened and closed his mouth a few times like a fish out of water before sighing to himself and tugging on the back of the other’s black sweater, “Join me?”
The action brought a pang of anxiety to the white haired catman’s chest while his shoulders tensed and breath caught in his throat.
Nyon waited a moment before tugging gently again, not wanting to push his luck with the temperamental man, “For me?”
Finally he got a response from the other. Sitting up Nyen swatted heavily at the other’s hold on the back of him, he scowled over his shoulder at the other. It was evident he was at some point crying. Emotions dragging on his expression and darkening the circles under his eyes. But he didn’t yell at the man. Instead he let out a huff. A faux annoyance as if to say he really wished to be alone. However they both knew that was the last thing Nyen both wanted nor needed.
Nyon let out a slow blink, holding his eyes closed for a second or two before opening them again. A soft action everyone in the house was oblivious to besides them, a silent comfort. Nyen rolled his eyes before climbing down from his bed. Nyon stepped aside to let him have control of the situation and crawl onto his bunk and get comfortable. He held his hands in front of his chest and picked at his nails, watching as Nyen pulled blankets and pillows up to the head of the bed to better sit against. Once he was settled he hadn’t even been able to give a moment to tell the other he was ready to join before he was met with an armful of catman.
Despite being quick the action was still gentle as Nyon curled his body around the other. Nyen hesitated a second, he always hesitated in these gentle moments behind closed doors. Afraid to let his guard down. But he eased into the other, resting his hand on the other’s shoulder while the blue haired man tucked his head under the other’s chin, wrapping his arms around him firmly but mindful.
Moments like these Nyen rarely admitted to himself meant more than he could express. He needed them just like anyone else did, and a part of him he deemed sick told him he craved them. He sighed through his nose and rested his cheek against the other’s head and closed his eyes, eyebrows knitting in frustration.
No, he was twisted and emotionless. This wasn’t for him. This was to comfort Nyon.
“Just for you…” He muttered more to convince himself.
Nyon’s lips curled up slightly and he pulled back, reassuring the other as he caressed the other’s face and ran his thumb over his bruised cheek, “For me…”
Nyen himself didn’t realize he had started crying until he flinched back when the other catman held his face in place and began to gently lap up warm tears rolling down his battered face. Part of him was enraged at his display of weakness, but he was too exhausted to care at the moment. Instead he leaned into the other’s hold, bringing his own hands up to ball at the front of his pale sweater.
Nyon was rubbing his hand gently up and down Nyen’s back, soothing him and encouraging the small hics out of him, after each heavy burst Nyon would nuzzle into the top of the other’s head. Blindly reaching he grabbed a hold on one of Nyen’s balled fists and laced their fingers, holding his hand tight in his.
They both stayed like that for a while. Nyen’s crying had subsided and his eyes felt heavy as he rested his head against the catman’s chest. His heartbeat lulled him and his thoughts. He curled his knees around them both and exhaled heavily before melting entirely into the warmth that was the other man, allowing himself the feeling of safety even for this moment.
Nyon took notice of the shift in how all the other’s weight was now on him, carefully he moved around to grab the blanket. When he began moving Nyen’s eyes snapped open and he dug his claws into the man to keep him put. But Nyon calmed him with a hesitant press of his lips at his temple to assure him he wasn’t leaving. Once the blanket was around them both they both melted further into each other. Legs tangled, hands gripping, head tucked under the other’s.