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Troy hurts all over. Ever since he got back from the ship he's been filled to the brim with as much pain as his body can make. Migraines, stomach aches, joint pain, random pain, it was becoming too much.
Troy cried to himself in their bed. Sobs were pulled out of him like secrets when you're seven drinks in; they didn't stop.
Each sob wrecked his body, sending shockwaves of pain through his tender limbs. His chest ached with the force of it.
Abed could hear him on the other side of the door. He comes in.
“Troy?” he asks, so softly. The sound still hurts Troy’s head.
“Abed,” he choked out, “I want you to hold me so bad, want you to hold me and kiss me but I know how bad it'll hurt,” he tries, whimpers of pain breaking up his words.
A tear slips down his husband's face. Abed’s insides feel hollow. He steps closer.
“I know Troy. I want to hold you through this. And I can't. I wish I could make it go away.” He says calmly, voice breaking at the end. “I can lay next to you though. I can see you while you cry. I can tell you anything you need to hear. I can be here.”
Troy loves him so much his chest pangs with pain again.
“Yes, yes Abed. Please come air cuddle me. Please be careful…” he says so weakly and smally that it sends a wave of worry over Abed.
He nods, navigating the dark room as he makes his way to his bare partner. Even clothes hurt.
Troy is on his side in the fetal position, skin catching the light with sweat from the panic of it all. Troy hates these episodes.
Abed presses a hand into the mattress. Eliciting a wince from Troy, he lay his full weight on the soft padding. He covers his nose with his shirt to prevent his breath from touching Troy.
Troy sobs. “Abed I miss being all over you,” he manages, “If I could let you I would. You know that right?” He asks so purely.
Abed’s tears are picking up the pace.
“Yes Troy. I know how much you need that. I can't express how much I need to do that too.” He's audibly crying.
Troy cries a few more times before gently wiping his face of the tracks left.
“Can you kiss my face? As soft as you can? I’ll bear it but I need you.” He sounds so broken.
Abed clamps his eyes shut. He hates this. He hates that he has to hurt Troy to comfort him.
“Of course honey,” he replies.
Abed leans in, pressing his lips to the middle of Troy's forehead with as little pressure as he knows how to apply.
Troy still cries and winces. It takes everything in Abed not to pull back.
He stays there for a second, and leans out of Troy's space.
Eventually, however many hours it took, Troy’s cries died down. He was able to move.
He finally opens his beautiful eyes to see the love of his life, still here with him. He's in awe as much as he feels guilty.
“Abed,” his voice is so hoarse - “I… I think I can be touched now. Just so softly. Please, please hold me Abed,” he confesses.
Abed wipes his face of wet relief, sniffling as he pulls Troy in with slightly too much pressure. Troy can't even flinch. He's too drained out.
They stay like that until Troy's body calms down from the panic that comes with that amount of pain.
Abed holds him through the spikes, never applying any more pressure than the minimum.
Troy’s eyes don't stop leaking until he falls asleep, like his body is trying to drain the pain through his eyes.
And so the night comes to a close, early in the morning before the sun came up, silent outside.
Just another day.