[Otherways - the downstairs room]

[ahsatan_natasha]

[ Upstairs ]He stumbles into the room, letting the door close behind him (not bothering to lock it), and walks toward the bathroom

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[theprettiestone]

An indeterminate amount of time passes before Alex shows up.

He kneels beside Parry, sliding his arms around the other man's shoulders and pressing a soft kiss to his temple.

[ahsatan_natasha]

He jerks away, at the touch, even as he turns to see who it is.

Alex.

And he crumples, again, till he's sitting on the floor instead of his heels, head against Alex's chest, as he continues to not-cry.

[theprettiestone]

Shhhh...

One hand gently strokes over Parry's shoulders, calming, avoiding the notinknotfeathers. The other tightens around him, holding him close.

Not asking. Not yet.

[ahsatan_natasha]

It is a very, very good thing that he avoids the marks that aren't quite not a tattoo.

And it is, perhaps, another very good thing that he's not asking, not yet.

(alexalexalexalexalexalex)

Long fingers, meant for instruments (or perhaps for sex), twist in Alex's shirt, knotting tight almost painfully.