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[surface_level]

[ He hasn't gone anywhere. In fact, he hasn't exactly moved, or eaten, or spoken, since he has yet to hear what he's wishing to hear. Lucas sits against the wall wrapped in a coat, staring at a screen that he's managed to make show all of the Twilight films on repeat (yes, seriously). ]

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[campjesus]

[ he stays very still, but he lets him move him. ]

[surface_level]

[ Lucas pulls Brody into the crook of his arm and wraps himself around him, arm curved toward his back, fingers spidering up into his hair. His eyes are open as he speaks into his ear. ]

I will always assist in any way that I am able.

[campjesus]

[ he doesn't move for a long time. then, slowly, he puts his face against lucas' shoulder. ]

I know.

[surface_level]

I understand there is likely nothing to help with such a thing.

[campjesus]

There's something wrong with me. I mean, like... all the way inside. No one can tell me why I'm like this.

No, you can't fix me.

[surface_level]

[ His grip slackens for a moment in surprise. ]


I do not seek to "fix" you.

[campjesus]

Mm.

[surface_level]

You are in pain. I do not claim the ability to help with this, always. I do not expect it to cease.

I want only to try to assist. To know, to try, to continue to do so. If only to share this load, I would do this.

[campjesus]

[ he rubs his cheek against his shoulder. ]

I don't want to think anymore.

[surface_level]

[ He presses his lips to Brody's forehead and speaks against it after a pause. ] These films seem to help with this goal.

[campjesus]

[ he seems to notice that for the first time -- ] You were watching Twilight?

[surface_level]

Unendingly.

[campjesus]

There are easier ways to self-mutilate, you know.

[ ... he's joking. ]

[surface_level]

[ He smiles for a moment, the creases it causes in his cheeks shifting Brody's hair. ]

It caused me to feel closer to you.

[campjesus]

Well if you ever get attacked by a gang of rapists in some nowhere town in Washington I promise to stalk you in a Volvo and run them over.

[surface_level]

Perhaps I must improve your spirits now with a game of baseball.

[campjesus]

Only if you wear the dorky little outfit. With a bouffant.

[surface_level]

This costume is for vampires only. I expect it will flatter you.

[campjesus]

Mmph. [ he crawls into his lap and presses his face against his chest. ]