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It had been a fairly quiet day. In fact, a comfortingly quiet week. Ainthe was relieved that Primo got the rest he more than deserved while Nihil was away. That man and his desperate last grab for attention through his band. He sighed and looked at Primo, who had been oddly silent as he laid, wide awake, on the bed. He was sat right next to him, one hand on the other's arm, one gently running it's fingers through the long blonde hair.
"Federico..." Came his voice, worryingly soft for one that was usually rough like his. Not that it was bad. Not that it meant he was upset. But more like concern. Worry. Care. And Primo just wasn't used to all that. "You're so tired, amica mea." Ainthe mumbled. "I know you cannot rest... Perhaps we can talk a while instead?" He offered.
Primo looked up at his flame ghoul. Satanas, he loved how gentle he could be at times. "...Sure, if you don't mind it.." he smiled, sitting up. He gently took Ainthe's face in his hands, kissing him upon the nose. A year and six months, and never had the two kissed on the lips. Ainthe wondered if it was just discomfort, but so many times they'd gotten so close. This was just fine though. "What could we possibly talk about, Ai?" Primo asked. His brows furrowed as he let his eyes shut, and he leaned his head on Ainthe's chest.
"...Perhaps we could talk about us a little..?" Ainthe hesitated, but managed to say. He almost jumped at the way Primo's eyes shot open, at the way the other seemed to scoot away. Shit. No. He had heard how fragile Primo was with relationships. But it had been so long. He wasn't Primo's first love, but fuck, did he want to be his last. "Primo, wait-" he started, before he was interrupted.
"Ainthe, I- we're fine, right? We're together. We're not some.. some mysterious friend situation thing. We're together and you don't need to worry, okay..? I'm yours, Ai, you know this.." Primo said, a worried look upon his face just before he turned away. Ainthe bit his lip with worry. "Primo, I know... It just seems you've not gotten more comfortable in all our time, and I'm worried..."
"I'm fine, Ai." Primo's voice came low and stern. "I love you, but I've told you that- that I can't do these kinds of.. things where I-I talk to you about... my stresses. I am comfortable with you.. who else would I ever sit with like I do with you, hold like I do you?" Primo asked, looking at Ainthe with a tired look in his eyes. "Aera. Markos. Gaia-" Ainthe started to list, standing up as tears filled his eyes.
He took a breath, as if about to speak again. "Stop that!" Primo exclaimed, visibly shaking. His eyes were wide with hurt. He stood up as well, his breathing quicker than it should have been. "Look, I- I didn't-" he paused. "I wasn't ready then..!" He said, before his fearful look seemed to fall into one of realization. Ainthe knew the look. His heart dropped. "Primo, no, think on it first, just think-" he started to say, "I'm- I'm not ready for this, Ainthe." Primo interrupted, looking away. "I can't do it, I'm sorry. I love you. I'm sorry." He mumbled.
[I couldn't find it in my mind to write more. Hope you enjoyed!]