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Cold night.
Warm hearts.
Where all they could hear was the friction of hands rubbing against skin, Brian's voice humming a song softly as he stroked Tim's hair. Alex could be noticed trying to get comfortable in one of the beds, Jay holding his hand. A few blankets and sheets, all next to each other, cuddling to feel the warmth of each other's bodies.
Today was not one of those nights, where everyone remembered, where everyone was suffering and falling into agony, two of them with panic attacks, two of them with guilt. It was not like that, today was a peaceful one, one where love reigned, and more than worry, there was only, hands clasped, foreheads together and hearts content.
There was something in the domesticity, in the way Tim snored, no fear, there's no place for that here anymore, he's protected. The way Brian looked so... fondly at this one, little smiling eyes, as if in disbelief that all this was happening.
They never thought they would get their happy ending.
Alex, especially, never thought he would be forgiven.
Everything he did... Everything he wanted to do.
It was unforgivable in his mind, but here he is, with his partners.
Tim, Brian, Jay.
The guilt consumes him and it's inevitable, it can't be justified, he knows that at some point, he reacted again, he helped his friends back then, and together, they somehow got rid of the Operator.
'Lex.
But the weeping nights begging for forgiveness were still there.
''Alex''
Ah, his Jaybird knew him so well.
''It's nothing'' He says trying to hold back the tears, he wants a good night, a night without the burden of conscience tearing him apart, he wants to enjoy this, he really wants to. ''Come here.''
And he's surprised by, one, two, three arms. encircling him, securing him.
And there's something so nostalgic about that, about days in college, filming his silly, silly movie. At home, playing Dungeons & Dragons, (Alex forcing everyone to listen to how to play, for almost two hours), or when they'd go out, and Alex would record everything, that little habit. There's something so heartbreaking about a love he doesn't deserve, or so he thinks, makes him hide a wet face in his hands,
And he can feel the affection.
He can feel the love, the one Alex Kralie absolutely doesn't deserve. He's not worth it.
Jay lays his head on his neck, Brian strokes his hair, Tim already awake, rolls over. oh, he knows about guilt. He says to himself, as the man directs his hand to his cheekbone, making a repetitive motion with his finger, reaching up to wipe away the tears from time to time.
He knows about blaming himself, about desperate cries and cries, of ''I'm sorry'' sorry, and please forgive me.
And yet, they are there.
Learning to trust each other again, being vulnerable with each other.
It's okay, he can do it, if they could trust him again, then Alex can trust himself again.
Warm night,
happy... hearts.
Everything is fine.