Corbin has managed to put on some of his comfy pants and a shirt by the time Harry shows up, he's barefoot and he gives Harry a bit of a smile, but it's not his usual bright grin.
"Hey Harry." He has a small sack with a distinctive book shaped lump in it over his shoulder. The room behind him is even more of a mess than usual, the pillows and blanket "nest" of his bed looks a bit like he hasn't left it very much. "Come on." He'll grab Harry's hand and close the door behind him, heading off down the hallway.
Harry lets Corbin grab his hand and lets him lead him down the hallway. "Hey."
He's got no room to talk about a messy room, but in Harry's case it's hard to tell the difference between normal-messy and depression-messy. Corbin's might be the second.
"What's so great about the roof, anyway?" As long as they're holding hands, Harry tries to slip his fingers between Corbin's, lacing them together.
They're just not going to talk about the room, it's fine, he's just... worried. Yeah, they'll go with worried. He'll clean it up soon.
"Well, I always like how it's higher up. You get a nice view of the sky, it's good if you wanna just be alone for a bit and not be inside. I just like it." Corbin's fine with lacing their fingers together, he likes the contact.
He takes a couple of seemingly random turns then heads up some stairs. He doesn't know how much exploring of the castle Harry has done, but Corbin made a point of getting lost several times when he first got here, because he figured that was the best way to get the layout of the place.
He gives Corbin's fingers a loose squeeze, but he won't talk about it. Just bros holding hands. Bros lacing fingers.
Harry's done his share of exploring, trying to get a feel for how the castle works and maybe looking for ways to sneak in and out of places (and people's rooms). "I guess yeh got a different relationship with the sky when yeh got wings."
Bros getting comfort from mutually beneficial contact and caring. Just good bro things.
Corbin thinks about it for a second and then shrugs. "I ain't sure, I think folks without wings like the sky too, or we wouldn't have all those tall buildings and folks climbin trees and mountains and stuff."
Another turn down a hall and then into a room that isn't being used, and looks like it never has been, the furniture covered in dust cloths with an air of disuse, with those wide balcony doors at the end. He walked over, fiddled with the latch, and opened them, "The roof slopes down over here and you can get up on it. Ain't even that steep."
And then, to demonstrate, he climbs up on the railing and steps over to where the roof meets, looking back at Harry once he's settled. "See? Ain't hard."
Bros. Uh huh. Harry hasn't brought up his feelings with Corbin since he was forced to--ugh--express his feelings, so if Corbin wants to ignore it Harry is...fine with that.
"I wasn't talking about other people." He was talking about Corbin. "But yeah, sure." Corbin isn't wrong, anywya.
He leans over the balcony a bit to see wher Corbin's going and where he'll be following. "Yeh don't think I'm scared, do yeh?" He grins at him and hops over the railing, hoisting himself with one hand and clambering over to join him. "Have yeh never heard of a crow's nest?" He elbows him in the side, because like it's a real thing but also. Corbin.
Corbin still hasn't quite untangled things re:Harry. But he likes his company, and he's glad he sought him out, and at this point he's sure he'll figure out the rest as he goes.
"Course not." Harry, scared of a little possible bodily harm? Of course not. He chuckles at the joke "Yeah, well if I end up followin you home, you know where to put me." Might be kind of neat. Not that he thinks it will happen, but it's nice to think about.
"C'mon, this way." The way the rooflines intersected meant it was a simple matter to clamber and climb a bit further up the slope of the castle roof.
The important thing right now is Harry wants to enjoy Corbin's company, and Corbin seems to feel the same.
The thought of Corbin coming home with him actually surprises Harry into speechlessness for a minute. What would that be like, to have Corbin home with him? Would he like his friends? His sisters? His dad? "Neat," he repeats quietly.
He turns to follow Corbin up the roof, less preoccupied with whether or not they're going to fall off. It's sturdy enough.
Corbin spends a lot of time thinking about the other worlds he's heard of and what it might be like if he somehow was able to follow one of them home. Or if they could follow him home. He thinks about introducing Harry, or Caleb, or Miss Glinda, or Peony to his parents, of getting to see what their homes were really like, and how he might fit into their lives, or them into his. Not that he wants to leave his home and his family, and he's sure they don't want to leave theirs. But it's interesting to think about sometimes, at least until it makes him sad that he can't, that some day they're going to leave and forget about him, or that he'll leave and forget about them.
It's harder to fall here, and he scrambles around til he gets to a good spot, there's a chimney nearby putting out some smoke, and the brick of it is warm to the touch. The view faces over the gardens and the town and the Wilds beyond in a direction that, if they were to stay up here, would give a spectacular view of the sunset in the orange sky. "Here we are. I think the chimney's for the kitchens, it's always bein used and it's nice and warm if you ever come up here in winter." Not as warm as being inside, but it was still nice.
...Harry thinks so. He's not sure what they'd make of this place or the...friends...Harry's made. He'd like it, he thinks, to see the people he misses meet the new people he..c a res about. Ugh. Feelings. Gross.
Harry leans against the warm chimney stack. "Ah, this's nice." He'll have to come up here when it gets cool out.
Corbin grabs another sack hidden in one of those weird little spots in the roof and pulls out a large comfortable quilt, slightly on the threadbare side, which explains why no one in the castle had missed it, along with a small case and a flask.
"Even nicer under this." He shakes the quilt out and settles down next to Harry, draping it over the both of them, trapping the heat from the roof and their bodies and the chimney all underneath as he settles down next to the other young man. He gives a content sigh as he sits against the warm brick.
"Thanks for callin" he says after a long moment. He knows that Harry had been looking for Caleb, and that he hasn't had a reason to check in on Corbin, he'd still been going to work and had been acting mostly normal. He's more just glad to have someone to talk to.
And there's a blanket and snacks, this is a sweet dealio. Harry slides an arm around Corbin's waist and leans against him. "Yeh plan well."
Harry's a little quiet for a minute.
"I wanted t'see yeh too," he admits quietly. "I was..." Ugh, vulnerability. "Worried. 'N lonely." He was scared and he wanted to be around someone he feels safe around is that what Corbin wants to hear |||::::
Corbin isn't embarrassed to admit that he's needed something like this, sitting and being close with someone, and he curls up with Harry, leaning against him in turn and enjoying the warmth. "I like leavin things in places I know I'm gonna come back to. Crows can't carry a whole lot, so you gotta plan ahead."
He lets the silence play out, he doesn't mind quiet, and it's the kind where it feels like it's waiting to be filled.
"Yeah?" Corbin chuckles, but just the once, and it sounds sad. "Shoulda called you a coupla days ago. I was feelin the same. Have been. Guess we coulda both used the company." He slides his hand down to find Harry's, lacing their fingers together underneath the blanket, just enjoying the other young man's presence.
Harry can enjoy it without admitting he wants it, that something within him just wants to curl up with the people he cares about and feel safe and cozy--out loud. "That's real smart, Corb. I gotta remember that."
He glances down at where their hands are probably under the blanket, curling his fingers around Corbin's. Ugh. Handholding.
He likes it. Gross. "Yeah, I'm pretty brave," he braggs, tossing his hair out of his eyes. "Yeh can call me though. If yeh feel like that again." Or whatever.
Corbin just smiles, not minding the bravado in Harry's voice, it's pretty much just how Harry is, and he likes it. "Careful, you'll have me callin at three in the mornin cause I want someone to cuddle with." Then again, if he knew it was welcome, he just might. He would deal with it if he didn't think the other person would appreciate it, but if he knew that Harry wouldn't mind...
"Ugh no, don't wake me up." Harry might be awake, who knows.
"I guess yeh could come crawl in with me," he adds idly. "'less the door's locked." Then no one's welcome. "Be warned, I might have company." He gives Caleb a roguish wink and settles a little closer against him.
"So you're okay with some random person crawlin in bed with you at 3, but not someone callin you?" Corbin turns his head to look at Harry with a 'really?' kind of look and then shrugs. He likes to make sure he's welcome first he supposes.
"Well, if you don't mind you might just end up with some more folks to cuddle with. Might need a bigger bed if it happens too much." Not that he minds the idea, or everyone cuddled on the floor with a bunch of blankets and pillows. That would be nice, just being... surrounded by people that wanted him around and that he liked being around. He'd like that. It was a nice idea.
"You're not random." Harry bumps his forehead against Corbin's. Bop. "'S a difference between someone botherin' yeh in the wee hours'f the morning and gettin' an unexpected cuddle. Probably won't try to stab yeh," he adds. "Anyway, 's invitation only."
Random people crawling in with him? People he doesn't trust? Nah. A few people might be invited though.
Corbin chuckles, smiling at the forehead bump, and leaning forward in the hopes of holding it there for a second. "Alright. I might do that. Really appreciate not bein stabbed. I'm allergic to knives in me."
He is totally going to accept that invitation, and he really does appreciate it. "'Sopen for you too. You ever feel like you need some comp'ny, m' doors open." He smiles a bit, he's been tired and lonely, but he feels better right now curled up against Harry, knowing that the pirate would be fine with him just popping into his room because he needed a snuggle.
"Y'know, you're not the only one?" Harry lets out a long sigh. "The things we look after, I dunno, so many of yeh allergic t'knives. Havin' to change a lot, me."
It's so difficult, not stabbing people he likes. Sigh.
"Mmh. Noted." He likes how Corbin sleeps, in that giant pile of blankets and pillows arranged less like a bed and more like a nest. Anyway it's hard for Harry to vocalize what he needs, much better for him to just....take it. Like crawling into bed with a boy he likes and just wrapping around him.
"I figure it's an awful common allergy, knives. Sorry you gotta deal with it so much." He gives him a nudge under the blanket and squeezes his hand.
"Good." He gets that Harry has a hard time saying things, it's painfully obvious once you had known him for a bit and if you actually paid attention.
He opens his mouth to say something and then closes it, making a little sort of grumbling noise as he curls up closer to Harry, tucking himself against him as a bit of a wind starts blowing over the roofline.
Corbin watches as the wind stirs his hair and he can almost see him clinging to the rigging of a ship for a moment. Gods, Harry is such a dramatic bitch.
It's great.
He shakes his head from where he's tucked up. "So long as you stay there I'll be fine." Harry is warm, and he's tucked away from any sort of wind, so between Harry and the chimney and the blanket he's downright cozy.
If Corbin doesn't want to see Harry being a dramatic bitch he should probably stop dating him.
"Sounds sappy." But he's making no move to leave. ANd maybe his arm tightens a little briefly, just to make sure Corbin stays nice and cozy and next to him.
Harry being a dramatic bitch is a feature, not a bug of this relationship. Corbin loves watching Harry be dramatic, and it always makes him smile a bit.
"Hm, yeah guess it kinda does. Good thing I don't mind bein sappy." The thing that stopped him so often was that the words always felt so awkward, but at least that hadn't. That had sounded just fine. Maybe he was getting better at this whole thing?
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"Hey Harry." He has a small sack with a distinctive book shaped lump in it over his shoulder. The room behind him is even more of a mess than usual, the pillows and blanket "nest" of his bed looks a bit like he hasn't left it very much. "Come on." He'll grab Harry's hand and close the door behind him, heading off down the hallway.
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He's got no room to talk about a messy room, but in Harry's case it's hard to tell the difference between normal-messy and depression-messy. Corbin's might be the second.
"What's so great about the roof, anyway?" As long as they're holding hands, Harry tries to slip his fingers between Corbin's, lacing them together.
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"Well, I always like how it's higher up. You get a nice view of the sky, it's good if you wanna just be alone for a bit and not be inside. I just like it." Corbin's fine with lacing their fingers together, he likes the contact.
He takes a couple of seemingly random turns then heads up some stairs. He doesn't know how much exploring of the castle Harry has done, but Corbin made a point of getting lost several times when he first got here, because he figured that was the best way to get the layout of the place.
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He gives Corbin's fingers a loose squeeze, but he won't talk about it. Just bros holding hands. Bros lacing fingers.
Harry's done his share of exploring, trying to get a feel for how the castle works and maybe looking for ways to sneak in and out of places (and people's rooms). "I guess yeh got a different relationship with the sky when yeh got wings."
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Corbin thinks about it for a second and then shrugs. "I ain't sure, I think folks without wings like the sky too, or we wouldn't have all those tall buildings and folks climbin trees and mountains and stuff."
Another turn down a hall and then into a room that isn't being used, and looks like it never has been, the furniture covered in dust cloths with an air of disuse, with those wide balcony doors at the end. He walked over, fiddled with the latch, and opened them, "The roof slopes down over here and you can get up on it. Ain't even that steep."
And then, to demonstrate, he climbs up on the railing and steps over to where the roof meets, looking back at Harry once he's settled. "See? Ain't hard."
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"I wasn't talking about other people." He was talking about Corbin. "But yeah, sure." Corbin isn't wrong, anywya.
He leans over the balcony a bit to see wher Corbin's going and where he'll be following. "Yeh don't think I'm scared, do yeh?" He grins at him and hops over the railing, hoisting himself with one hand and clambering over to join him. "Have yeh never heard of a crow's nest?" He elbows him in the side, because like it's a real thing but also. Corbin.
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"Course not." Harry, scared of a little possible bodily harm? Of course not. He chuckles at the joke "Yeah, well if I end up followin you home, you know where to put me." Might be kind of neat. Not that he thinks it will happen, but it's nice to think about.
"C'mon, this way." The way the rooflines intersected meant it was a simple matter to clamber and climb a bit further up the slope of the castle roof.
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The thought of Corbin coming home with him actually surprises Harry into speechlessness for a minute. What would that be like, to have Corbin home with him? Would he like his friends? His sisters? His dad? "Neat," he repeats quietly.
He turns to follow Corbin up the roof, less preoccupied with whether or not they're going to fall off. It's sturdy enough.
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It's harder to fall here, and he scrambles around til he gets to a good spot, there's a chimney nearby putting out some smoke, and the brick of it is warm to the touch. The view faces over the gardens and the town and the Wilds beyond in a direction that, if they were to stay up here, would give a spectacular view of the sunset in the orange sky. "Here we are. I think the chimney's for the kitchens, it's always bein used and it's nice and warm if you ever come up here in winter." Not as warm as being inside, but it was still nice.
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...Harry thinks so. He's not sure what they'd make of this place or the...friends...Harry's made. He'd like it, he thinks, to see the people he misses meet the new people he..c a res about. Ugh. Feelings. Gross.
Harry leans against the warm chimney stack. "Ah, this's nice." He'll have to come up here when it gets cool out.
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"Even nicer under this." He shakes the quilt out and settles down next to Harry, draping it over the both of them, trapping the heat from the roof and their bodies and the chimney all underneath as he settles down next to the other young man. He gives a content sigh as he sits against the warm brick.
"Thanks for callin" he says after a long moment. He knows that Harry had been looking for Caleb, and that he hasn't had a reason to check in on Corbin, he'd still been going to work and had been acting mostly normal. He's more just glad to have someone to talk to.
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Harry's a little quiet for a minute.
"I wanted t'see yeh too," he admits quietly. "I was..." Ugh, vulnerability. "Worried. 'N lonely." He was scared and he wanted to be around someone he feels safe around is that what Corbin wants to hear |||::::
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He lets the silence play out, he doesn't mind quiet, and it's the kind where it feels like it's waiting to be filled.
"Yeah?" Corbin chuckles, but just the once, and it sounds sad. "Shoulda called you a coupla days ago. I was feelin the same. Have been. Guess we coulda both used the company." He slides his hand down to find Harry's, lacing their fingers together underneath the blanket, just enjoying the other young man's presence.
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He glances down at where their hands are probably under the blanket, curling his fingers around Corbin's. Ugh. Handholding.
He likes it. Gross. "Yeah, I'm pretty brave," he braggs, tossing his hair out of his eyes. "Yeh can call me though. If yeh feel like that again." Or whatever.
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"I guess yeh could come crawl in with me," he adds idly. "'less the door's locked." Then no one's welcome. "Be warned, I might have company." He gives Caleb a roguish wink and settles a little closer against him.
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"Well, if you don't mind you might just end up with some more folks to cuddle with. Might need a bigger bed if it happens too much." Not that he minds the idea, or everyone cuddled on the floor with a bunch of blankets and pillows. That would be nice, just being... surrounded by people that wanted him around and that he liked being around. He'd like that. It was a nice idea.
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Random people crawling in with him? People he doesn't trust? Nah. A few people might be invited though.
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He is totally going to accept that invitation, and he really does appreciate it. "'Sopen for you too. You ever feel like you need some comp'ny, m' doors open." He smiles a bit, he's been tired and lonely, but he feels better right now curled up against Harry, knowing that the pirate would be fine with him just popping into his room because he needed a snuggle.
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It's so difficult, not stabbing people he likes. Sigh.
"Mmh. Noted." He likes how Corbin sleeps, in that giant pile of blankets and pillows arranged less like a bed and more like a nest. Anyway it's hard for Harry to vocalize what he needs, much better for him to just....take it. Like crawling into bed with a boy he likes and just wrapping around him.
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"Good." He gets that Harry has a hard time saying things, it's painfully obvious once you had known him for a bit and if you actually paid attention.
He opens his mouth to say something and then closes it, making a little sort of grumbling noise as he curls up closer to Harry, tucking himself against him as a bit of a wind starts blowing over the roofline.
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Harry lifts his head for the wind, as though he'll catch a hint of distant seabreeze on it, and curls his arm tighter around Corbin. "Cold?"
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It's great.
He shakes his head from where he's tucked up. "So long as you stay there I'll be fine." Harry is warm, and he's tucked away from any sort of wind, so between Harry and the chimney and the blanket he's downright cozy.
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"Sounds sappy." But he's making no move to leave. ANd maybe his arm tightens a little briefly, just to make sure Corbin stays nice and cozy and next to him.
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"Hm, yeah guess it kinda does. Good thing I don't mind bein sappy." The thing that stopped him so often was that the words always felt so awkward, but at least that hadn't. That had sounded just fine. Maybe he was getting better at this whole thing?
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