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“The attacks may be slowing down, but this town is done and you know it. If we leave together, we might make it to Wortham.”
“What we'll make is sport for the Khazra. I'll stay here behind the gates, thank you.”
“Come on, we've got to at least try, we'll be safer over in Wortham, across the river,” Eran practically pleads with the man in brown armour in front of him, “We just have to make it to the ferryman and then then down the path, we've made the trip a thousand times over before everything went to hell.”
“We're safe here now, I don't see why you want to leave, we'll be fine, Eran,” Rex sighs, still not understanding why his lover keeps insisting on going to Wortham. They'll be even more scorned there, it's such a religious town. It's already bad enough here in New Tristram with everyone all up in each other's business. It'll be even worse there since they'll be new.
“We at least have to try, the dead and the Khazra keep showing up and attacking the gates and, yeah, it's less than it was when the star.. angel? Anyway when the guy fell into the cathedral, but still,” Eran begs, grabbing Rex's hands, which makes the man falter for a moment.
“...Maybe. Give me a little bit more time to think about it, I actually will this time,” Rex gives in, his tone softening a little because it's Eran. He squeezes Eran's hands back as he speaks, trying to reassure the man in blue armour.
“Thank you,” Eran says with relief, glancing around to see if anyone is paying any attention to them. He sees no one but the seer, Myriam, on the corner of the street, but she's got her eyes closed.
Without anything more than a warning grin, Eran releases one of Rex's hands to cup the side of the man's face, giving him a small peck on the lips, which makes Rex blush furiously, bringing Eran's hands back down in between them both.
“You can't just do that,” Rex hisses, squeezing his lover's hands, but the soldier in blue just laughs at the flustered man as he glances around. It's a loud, calming sound that makes Rex's looking pause.
“Am I not allowed to love you in public?” Eran cheekily asks, grinning at the soldier in brown. He knows he shouldn't, yet he still does, it's a temptation impossible for him to resist, to love Rex.
“You can love me freely when we get back home,” Rex sighs again, freeing one of his hands to run it over his face as best as he can with his helmet on.
“But I want to love you freely now,” Eran whines playfully, trying to touch his lover's face, to get his helmet off but Rex swats his hand away, “Eran-” A very annoyed Rex is cut off, “I know, Rex, I'll stop.”
“That's not what I was going to say, thank you very much,” Rex says, which is met with a raised eyebrow from Eran, “I don't think Rumford would mind if we just went off duty, he's got that crusader helping him now, right?”
Eran smiles at his lover's words. That's not something that would normally come from Rex's mouth, “Really? You want to leave our post so I can love you in the comfort of our home.”
“...Yes,” Rex admits, refusing to make eye contact with Eran. He can't believe he actually said that. But then again, they've come so close to death so many times this past week, it's okay for him to just want to be at home. Plus, Captain Rumford probably doesn't care what they do, as long as they're there when they're needed.
“Alright then. Let's go home,” Eran says, grabbing his lover's hand and almost running home like a schoolgirl despite the fact that they are both grown men.
It's difficult to run with their armour and their sheathed swords hitting their legs but Eran manages it, dragging Rex along behind him.