milky's bullshit containment zone

[weaseled]

Who ⚔ Yael & assorted nerds
What ⚔ A dungeon run and other things
When ⚔ After the party
Where ⚔ Errywhere
Content Warnings ⚔ Men with their tits out? Alcohol??? No correlation there surprisingly. nsfw i'm sorry mom

Comments

[fluorite]

[ Fai sits up, looking at Yael’s back, his gaze traveling down to watch as his hands open and close.

He doesn’t say that it’s okay, or that he forgives Yael for it. Forgiveness is easy enough for Fai, but Yael still has to earn it. Things like this… he doesn’t just let it go. ]

I see.

[ That’s all Fai says for a little while, because there really isn’t much else for him to say. It’s an explanation, at least, and he can be thankful for it. ]

I knew what I was getting into when you told me you’re in the military. I’m not naive.

[weaseled]

[So Fai expected this from him. It doesn't sting as badly as it should, not when he knows Fai truly does understand, having been left behind before for his own hefty baggage. Still... it leaves Yael feeling uncomfortably raw, exhaling his anxieties through a sigh and perching his chin on his palm.]

Let me guess: you'll get mad if I log out right now.

[Because he desperately wants to. He feels like he's been whittled away to nothing but raw nerves and it's only through sheer luck that Fai's avoided touching them.]

[fluorite]

Of course I will, you jerk.

[ He shifts around so that he can grab onto Yael's wrist. It won't keep him from logging out, but maybe it'll be some kind of deterrent. ]

I want to talk about it.

[weaseled]

I figured you'd say that.

[His fingers flex when Fai takes his wrist, a sigh whistling past his lips. He knows Fai doesn't want him to log off. He knows that, but—]

I need to get away from this damn game while I'm still under the effects of that drink. It's not personal.

[fluorite]

[ His grip tightens on Yael's wrist, his fingernails very nearly digging into his skin before he pulls himself back together and lets go. ]

Then let's talk in person.

[ It's something they've been avoiding talking about directly, something they've been dancing around for several weeks now.

Might as well fix that, right? ]

[weaseled]

[He feels his pulse spike under the press of Fai's nails. Then let's talk in person. Fai really can't stand to let this go, can he? He's allowing him to log out, but he isn't being reasonable at all.

They've been avoiding this for weeks, dancing right around the issue. It's about time they stopped playing chicken like schoolchildren. Quietly, in a voice perfectly flat:]

...I'll text you.

[Yael capitulates.]

[fluorite]

Good enough for me.

[ He laughs softly, sitting back to give Yael some space. ]

Then I guess I'll see you later.

[weaseled]

Mm.

[Right. Time to log off, take a shower, and get Fai's address. No biggie. It's fine. Everything is fine................

And just like that, Yael logs out. Fifteen minutes later, he sends Fai a simple text: Address?]