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[Harry's voice is a little more subdued than normal, a little softer. Almost gentle.]
Hey sweetheart, I...well I was talking to Caleb, and I wanted to check on you. I didn't realize he wasn't just...scary...to me.
Hey sweetheart, I...well I was talking to Caleb, and I wanted to check on you. I didn't realize he wasn't just...scary...to me.
Always.
[He’s fine! And Caleb explained everything. It’s fine.] Caleb told me—-he didn’t tell me what, but he said he hurt yeh too. Yeh sure it’s ok?
[He’s fine! And Caleb explained everything. It’s fine.] Caleb told me—-he didn’t tell me what, but he said he hurt yeh too. Yeh sure it’s ok?
[It's a good thing Corbin qualified that with wanting to see Harry because Harry's not sure he'd be able to accept the comfort just for himself.]
..yeah, I'll be over soon.
[It's really, really a short time before there's a quiet knock on Corbin's door.]
..yeah, I'll be over soon.
[It's really, really a short time before there's a quiet knock on Corbin's door.]
[Corbin knows how Harry can be, so he knows that the pirate would never actually ask for comfort. But hell, he's not lying, he needs it too, Caleb had kept him pretty well isolated over that week, and he'd spent it tied up in worried knots that he'd done something wrong and messed everything up. He's better sure, they've talked, he knows what happened. But the tension hasn't quite gone away.]
[The door opens a bare few seconds after the knock, Corbin's in a pair of sleep pants and not much else, his hair rumpled from spending the day in bed. His room is... neat, uncharacteristically so, he'd cleaned it while Caleb had been gone at one point and his usual messiness hadn't turned it back into the chaos it usually was yet.]
Hey.
[He reaches out, tangling his fingers with Harry's and gently tugging him inside, closing the door to shut out the rest of the world. He wraps his arms around him silently if the pirate doesn't protest, just wanting the contact.]
[The door opens a bare few seconds after the knock, Corbin's in a pair of sleep pants and not much else, his hair rumpled from spending the day in bed. His room is... neat, uncharacteristically so, he'd cleaned it while Caleb had been gone at one point and his usual messiness hadn't turned it back into the chaos it usually was yet.]
Hey.
[He reaches out, tangling his fingers with Harry's and gently tugging him inside, closing the door to shut out the rest of the world. He wraps his arms around him silently if the pirate doesn't protest, just wanting the contact.]
[Harry does want to see Corbin--for himself, and because he wants to see if Corbin is okay. He didn't pry into what Caleb did to Corbin, won't ask Corbin for details if he doesn't want to give them.
He is pulled into a hug with no resistance, wraps his arms around Corbin's waist and presses his face into his shoulder to indulge briefly the desire to disappear into the other's arms. A hand comes up to cup the back of Corbin's head.]
I'm sorry.
He is pulled into a hug with no resistance, wraps his arms around Corbin's waist and presses his face into his shoulder to indulge briefly the desire to disappear into the other's arms. A hand comes up to cup the back of Corbin's head.]
I'm sorry.
Ask Peony.
[About the time, that is. And the exact place.]
Or Rowan, or Max, or Lucas.
Peony plans with their help. [It seemed safer for Silent-Death, who holds little interest in the first place, to abstain from the planning. Peony got a bit... intense there.]
I'll go on a hunt the night before. You can come to that. Or poison yourself with Peony.
[About the time, that is. And the exact place.]
Or Rowan, or Max, or Lucas.
Peony plans with their help. [It seemed safer for Silent-Death, who holds little interest in the first place, to abstain from the planning. Peony got a bit... intense there.]
I'll go on a hunt the night before. You can come to that. Or poison yourself with Peony.
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