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2 weeks.
It had been two weeks since ‘Double Life’ — as it had been named — ended. Two weeks since Grian had returned to Hermitcraft, and yet he hadn’t spoken to Scar at all. He didn’t even do what he did last time and just avoid the subject. He was just avoiding Scar entirely, despite their bases being quite literally next to each other. Anytime Scar would make an appearance, Grian was gone. Sometimes if Scar was too out and about Grian would just straight up leave the server and go else where (gosh knows where, Scar had assumed Hermitcraft was Grian’s main server just like him).
Suffice to say, Scar was…disgruntled. Upset, even, that things hadn’t gone back to normal. That’s all he wanted, was things to go back to the way they were, with Grian’s trust again.
Scar wanted to pretend it was okay again, but he couldn’t. He couldn’t even stand being in Scar land anymore, just seeing Grian’s base from over the walls churned his stomach and made him ill (he didn’t want to admit how often he was skipping meals now, after all, anytime he ate he’d just throw it up anyways).
And he was sure the other Hermit’s had noticed by now, if the look of concern given to him by Doc of all people gave anything away. He and Grian were usually inseparable, but now it felt like there was an obsidian wall between them and all he had was a wooden pickaxe.
——
Surprisingly, at least to Scar, Grian approached him first.
Scar had been walking around Scarland in the dark, enjoying the quiet (and the fact that the cloudy night blocked his view of Dwayne) when he heard the familiar rustle of wind through feathers and the grumble of a certain someone tripping up his landing.
Part of him wanted to pull out his elytra and fly away right then and there (but Grian would catch up, the pesky bird was always brilliant in the sky) or even just start running. But part of Scar was elated! This was what he wanted wasn’t it? For things to go back to normal? This was normal (well far more normal than anything had been for the past who even knows).
“Scar.”
Grian’s voice was quiet, like it had been last time they spoke.
Scar had to swallow the memory before he became lost in them.
He turned around, and his eyes immediately went to Grian’s face.
He looked….tired. Deep Bags under his eyes, far too pale even in the dark. Scar was glad he hadn’t run, he wouldn’t want Grian to have to chase him in this state.
“Grian! My good friend, how can I help you on this fine night?” Scar forced a grin, put on the act. If he wanted things to be normal he had to act normal, even if he didn’t feel very normal right now.
Grian frowned at this, his bushy brows furrowing and his head wings drooping.
“Scar, stop.”
Oh.
“Stop what Grian?”
His grin was harder to keep.
“Stop acting like it didn’t happen. I’m here to talk.”
Grian’s gaze hardened a little.
Scar’s mask quickly dropped.
“Says you, Mister avoidant. Where was this two weeks ago?”
Scar didn’t like how bitter he sounded, how the hurt and the anger polluted his words.
Grian went to reply but stopped himself, taking a breath.
“I’m sorry.”
The anger building behind Scar’s lips quickly deflated.
“Excuse me?”
Scar blanched.
“I said I’m sorry. For… for how I treated you. And for avoiding you, for the record.”
The shame crept into Grian’s features, bled from his eyes as those black and blue irises stared into Scar’s soul and silently begged to his forgiveness.
Scar wanted to forgive him, for things to return to normal but the hurt was still there and he knew he needed to say something before he tried to lay this to rest.
“You should be.”
He took a breath, and he saw the way Grian deflated, like he was ready to be told to fuck off and never come back. And Scar almost wanted to do just that. But he couldn’t, wouldn’t.
“Grian, you weren’t very nice. At all. And it hurt. You acted like I was- was- dumb! Like I wasn’t capable of keeping us alive! And then- you cheated on me! And tried to act like it wasn’t entirely you! It hurt so much, you don’t even understand! Am I really that unloveable? What did I do to- to deserve that?!”
Scar had to clamp his mouth shut to stop the flow of words spilling, to give Grian the chance to talk (the man infront of him looked like he was ready to overflow with words of his own).
“You’re not unloveable Scar! you’re the most loveable person I’ve ever met! You didn’t deserve that, and I am so sorry for making you think otherwise!”
Grian took a shaky breathe, blinking away tears (Scar had been fighting tears for a lot longer than he’d admit).
“Could you ever forgive me Scar?”
He looked like a kicked dog, it was pathetic. But Scar was guilty of caving to those eyes every time.
“I….” He started. “I forgive you, but if you EVER treat me like that again then…”
Scar struggled to swallow the lump in his throat.
“Then I won’t be so forgiving.”
That wasn’t true. As much as everything that happened hurt, Scar knew he’d forgive Grian again and again. But he didn’t need to know that.
A little bit of hope seemed to come back to Grian’s eyes, his wings fluffing up.
“Never again Scar.”
Grian stepped closer.
“You swear?”
Scar followed suite.
“I swear on my life.”
Grian strode over and, without any hesitance, wrapped his arms around Scar.
And despite the way the hurt still lingered, struggling to drain from the clogged sink of his heart, Scar still hugged him back. Because Scar loved Grian, and would continue to love him no matter how much it hurt.