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The wind outside rattled the windows of Pico's room, the leaves outside casting shadows in the faint moonlight, dancing with the wind. Pico was sat on his bed, knees drawn up to his chest with his head resting on them. He didn't cry, didn't shout and scream, but just sat there, empty, unmoving, like some sort of garden statue.
The walls were covered in posters of guns, dinosaurs, and old advertisements dug up from dumpsters, all hastenly placed over bullet holes in an attempt to hide them and an attempt to forget the night terrors that caused them. The rest of the room was a simmilar story, clothes strewn about, various video game cases scattered about, the only things in order being the old records stashed away at the bottom of a bookshelf along with military and dinosaur figurines lined up neatly on a shelf. The prosthetic arm leaning against the bedside table reflected the light from the bedside lamp and the glow-in-the-dark stars strewn across the ceiling
A knock on the window caused him to jump, turning his head to see a familiar figure outside. He got up and walked to the window, opening it with a click to let them in, the newcomer instanly wrapping their arms around Pico once they climed in, pulling back to hold his shoulders with a warm smile.
"Hey, you've been doing alright Peeks?" Hanzo's voice was warm, a gentle tone. Pico sumply shrugged. Lately he just couldn't figure out what he was even feeling, just, empty, yet not emotionless. "Dunno. Just, here, I guess."
Hanzo's brow furrowed slightly as he looked the ginger over, before his eyes lit up and he turned his attention to the bag on his one arm. "That reminds me, i went to the farmers market earlier today, and they were selling strawberries for a good price for it being fall." He took the plastic basket out of the bag, along with a DVD case. "Also, I managed to get my hands on that one Studio Ghibli film you wanted to watch."
The two settled onto Pico's bed, sitting side by side as the movie began to roll on the old crt tv he had in his room. Pico once again brought his knees up to his chest, wrapping his arm around them as he placed his head between his knees, accepting the occasional offered strawberry from Hanzo.
If you told Pico he'd be dating one of the people that had nearly killed him a few years prior, he'd probably laugh. But here he was, leaned aginst Hanzo as if he didn't still have that scar that snaked across his stomach that ached in the cold.
The movie was about some magic sword, archmage, and something about balance, but Pico wasnt paying attention, one question eating away at his mind.
"Do you ever have night like these?"
The brunette looked at him with a raised eyebrow. "What do you mean?"
"Like," Pico's hand clenched around his pants as he tried to find the words to explain how he felt. "Like you cant tell what you're feeling, but you know you're feeling something. Like everything has lost meaning but at the same time means everything."
Hanzo looked away for a few moments, and Pico feared that he would brush him off, dismiss him, or hate him for even daring to talk about how he felt, but Hanzo looked at him again with that warm smile.
"I may not be the best when it comes to talking about emotions, but maybe i could help out? We could... binge watch some more Studio Ghibli fims after this one? I brought along some more, along with the two you liked the most."
For the first time that night, Pico smiled.
The two binged movies for what felt like hours. Hovever long it was was long enough that Pico began to nod off, leaning his head against Hanzo's side. "Tired?" The latter chuckled, and Pico nodded groggily. The brunette picked up the remote and turned off the tv, laying down and dragging Pico along with him.
The two fit together like puzzle pieces, Hanzo laying in the crook of Pico's missing left arm as the ginger wrapped his arm around him. The quiet was peirced by a chuckle from Pico. "You probably shouldnt fall asleep with a binder on."
Hanzo playfully flicked his nose, "You've got one on to, silly"
After shedding the fabric that would've given them brusied ribs in the morning, the two slowly drifted off to sleep.