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It's been a long day for Spooky. He'd never admit it but Blurry knows.
Blurry always knows. He sees Spooky's drooping antennas, their dark blue glow. A colour that Blurry doesn't see very often. It's pretty, like the night sky. His lover's eyes are blank, Spooky's day has rendered him completely hazy.
Spooky's anxiety is also evident in the claws kneading the tail in his lap and the fang that is pressing on his lip.
Blurry sits next to him on their shared cot and puts an arm around him.
"Hey Spooks," he whispers.
Spooky doesn't respond, instead laying his head on Blurry's shoulder.
"Long day?"
Blurry feels an antenna sharply prod his cheek and huffs out a laugh.
"I know," he presses a soft kiss to Spooky's cheek, causing Spooky's tail to lightly beat against the bed, "I know."
Blurry places a hand in Spooky's hair. His eyes flutter shut. It's something that Blurry rarely does, he's not quite sure why though. Spooky's reaction to it always makes him want to melt.
Blurry starts at the curls on Spooky's neck. He gently twists the hair through his fingers, gradually moving up.
Spooky tilts his head to the side, leaning into Blurry's gentle touch.
Blurry can vaguely feel his tail unconsciously wrap itself around Spooky's wrist. A protective gesture that makes Spooky sigh.
Blurry's fingers dance around Spooky's antennas, weaving through his soft, red curls.
Blurry barely brushes against an antenna. Spooky ragdolls, Blurry is barely able to catch him as he slumps forward.
Blurry panics.
He taps Spooky's cheeks, calling his name a few times. He gets no reaction so he lays Spooky back on their cot as gently as he can manage.
"Spooky?"
He stares at Spooky's face, searching for any sign of discomfort. He doesn't find it.
Spooky's plump lips are parted, exposing his retracted fangs. He's drooling. All tension, no matter how small, has disappeared from his face. What confuses Blurry the most are Spooky's dark purple antennas. He's never seen that colour on his lover before; it's nice.
Spooky is calmer than Blurry's ever seen.
Blurry does it again, softly brushing his finger against the antenna. The purple light blinks and Spooky's breath hitches.
Blurry strokes his cheek, "That nice?"
Again there's no answer, somehow Blurry knows that it is.