Part 7

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[bellabelgium]

[ It's three in the morning on another cold autumn night. She's managed to get to sleep a little easier tonight... but that isn't saying much. Her thoughts have been occupied on him despite how much she tries to distract herself, no matter how much she cooks or cleans or tries to converse with others that would usually make her feel so much better-- she can't get over it

[bellabelgium]

I-I know, I know... but I spoke to ghost France and he told me some things and--

[ She sighs, she can't be arsed to give the details. She was wrong and she's happy about it. ]

I was just scared.

[dam_stijl]

[snorts]

An' you listened to him. He doesn't know shit.

[slowly...attemping...to scoop her up...]

[bellabelgium]

H-He said something about God and how he wouldn't be able to help this time and I was already freaking out and upset about everything and I just... I don't know.

[ Don't make her feel stupid, she already feels ridiculous. ]

[dam_stijl]

[that was more meant to diss france...but he can tell she's too worked up to lift into a bridal carry, so he just runs his hands down her arms and tries to steer them in]

[bellabelgium]

[ Yeah, just a little, but not so worked up that she can't tell when he's trying to get her inside. ]

[ Let's him steer her back through the door and she sighs a little, the warmth instantly washing over her. ]

[dam_stijl]

[it's cold out]

[kicks the door back and kisses her cheek before he bends down to tear off his shoes]

[bellabelgium]

[ ...really? ]

You come back from the dead and all you do is kiss my cheek?

[dam_stijl]

[pauses, mid-shoe-removal, and glances up at her]

[um]

[okay what'd he fuck up now]

[bellabelgium]

[ Nothing. She's just standing there in her t-shirt, her toes kinda curling into the carpet, hair still messed and eyes still a little sleepy but looking over at him almost expectantly. ]
[ She wants kisses, Broer-- kisses from you. ]
...

[dam_stijl]

[well now he's in full-paranoia-mode: should he have brought something? should he have called and not come? does she not even want him here? should he be doing way more than this? fuck, like he knows]

[tears off his shoes and his jacket and mutters - ]

Guess so.

[bellabelgium]

[ She watches him as he takes off his shoes and jacket, walking over to take his jacket and lay it over the arm of the couch before taking his hand. ]

You're staying right?

[ He wouldn't come at this time and not stay... ]

[dam_stijl]

[stands up and glances down at their hands, and nods as he brings his other hand up to them]

Yeah.

[bellabelgium]

Good.

[ Squeezes his hand and pulls him closer, reaching up to cup his cheek with the other. ]

[dam_stijl]

[oh. she...she was worried, wasn't she. much more worried than he thought. he lets himself be pulled around, but really, he's a bit distracted musing over that, fretting over it...]

[bellabelgium]

[ Why wouldn't she be? ]

[ She gives his cheek a stroke before she leans up to brush her lips against his briefly. ]

I missed you.