( Without caring to lock the door, Mithrun trots on ahead to the living room, where there's a broad, long sofa set out in front of a large, flatscreen TV. The curtains remain open from the day, the ocean visible from the living room, which sort of flows into an open kitchen area. )
... Did something make you think something bad happened to me?
( Looking back to Hani, he sits down with his legs over the edge of the sofa in a very default human being sit. This is how people sit. He's doing that. )
[ bright blue eyes darken and narrow just a touch when mithrun looks away. there! look! ]
Not to you, but yes, maybe something bad. I’m… ruling out all the possibilities.
[ the way he sits is very cute though - no, no, no. hani pats their own cheeks. no, bad. they on the couch, too, legs off the ground and crossed under them. it’s a very rude way of sitting as a guest but detectives can’t afford to be polite, and this way lets them face mithrun completely. ]
Mithrun-kun. Morgan-kun. Will you speak honestly with me again?
( Though slight, his frown does deepen some slight amount when Hani addresses Tylor's injury. He knows that part of Tylor, and it frustrates him.
Fine. He looks back at Hani. )
... I was the one who did the hurting. I can't be hurt. But he doesn't see himself as hurt. And...
( ... what frustrates Mithrun is that he doesn't understand why he's not indifferent to it. What does it matter to him that Tylor doesn't care about some in-game death? What does it matter that happened at the end?
( He knows what Hani refers to - on at least on occasion (the screenshotted text) - because Hani had made such fanfare about it. He isn't sure he wants to know if there are other occasions they consider wanting. He isn't sure what he feels about any of this. He isn't sure about - anything.
Hani's touch feels nice against his cool skin. He hadn't realized he was frowning so much. )
... Do you find it worthwhile, too, that I hurt him?
I don’t know how you think you hurt him. And I don’t know if that was what made him -
[ they cut off, limps pressed together. they should have written these words down first. another try: ]
I only know that he loves you. And after - after, he loved you from afar instead - and that hurt him and he didn’t even realize.
And you are frowning, upset. [ angry? hani understands this a little. they’ve only ever been upset by love. ] Do you realize? I think you love him, too.
( Some part of him does understand as much: that Tylor would forgive most injustices, but he'd get all sentimental and wispy when it came to people going. And, still, he wouldn't take a person for himself.
If Mithrun hadn't said the things he said then, at that first picnic with the three of them, he wonders if Tylor would have said anything to him, or Hani. )
... Tylor loves you.
( Does he love Tylor? Don't ask him that. Don't even imply. All feelings entered stasis once this threeway entity, vague and undefined in Mithrun's monocular eye, did, too. That's what he wants to think. )
... But none of this has to do with what happened. If you want me to let him talk to me again, then he can.
[ this is hard. they really, really should’ve written down some words. searched up the ones that might potentially explain their feelings, critically comparing each word with the others on the branch and picked out the best ones they could. put it in their little basket and come more prepared to -
to fight? to be frustrated? to be hurt? to love so aggressively that it’ll make these two understand. ]
Not me. [ the plan is justy and mithrun, not hani. ] How do you know he loves me?
( He's being unfair to Hani and he knows it. He gets approximately what they came here to do and he's winding his way around the point. Because - he doesn't understand, and every bit Hani digs they get a little closer to excavating a truth he won't be able to ignore. )
... Are you asking because you don't think so, or because you want to know what I think?
( He got out of the hospital bed for the sole purpose of killing somebody, and navigating the nuanced complexities of relationships period disorients him more than anything brain damage could ever do to him. )
I don't know.
( Frustrated, taking Hani's hand at his face - not forceful, but some kind of grip, like searching for a buoy - turning toward them, one leg pulling up on the couch, folded under him. )
I don't know. I just look at him and you and I understand what he means when he says you're just right for him. You're always in concert, even when you're out of tune.
( He squeezes Hani's hand, like he's trying to convey - something. )
... In every universe the two of you met but hadn't met me, you wouldn't have been lacking.
[ this is the only way hani knows, to dig so deeply it’s painful and uncomfortable and near unwanted. ]
No. I don’t want that. This is not one of those universes - you don’t see. We wouldn’t be lacking, but we would still be less without you.
[ they squeeze back, small tremors brought out by the heady upset feeling in their stomach. it builds fast, piling and piling until the bubbles threaten to snap and overflow. ]
And I just look at you and I understand how you must feel about him. You don’t see the faces you make for him, only for him. But you must have noticed, you’re so brilliant, you must, you must. You must have noticed how he looks at you, how I - we look at you.
[ they rush over that last bit, stumbling fiercely over the next couple of words. ]
( They're trembling. He doesn't expect it, doesn't see in his mind's eye Hani as a person who does. They're always so brilliantly vivid, full of certainty about the way of things - as good as Tylor at shifting him, and teaching him things he hadn't known.
Brittle - brittle, like a shaking leaf, is maybe what it is.
He pulls his hand from theirs but only to take their face in both of his a little rougher, clumsily, than he means anything by, stealing their gesture from earlier but here it's like to keep them steady, keep them firm. )
Why don't you?
( It's not accusatory. It's not even a sidestep, this time. He thinks this answer is just as important as his own, if not more. )
bubbles bursting into snippets of truth and vulnerability. heat scorching their lungs, burning up their throat inch by painful inch, and settling behind their eyes. wet. ]
We could both take him. But I won’t stop with just him. I would sweep you both up in my storm and you don’t want that.
[ they cover his hands, the ones trying to steady them. grateful, but frustrated. feeling even more weighed down by his clumsy attempt, their affection heavy, their love heavier. and nothing hungers like the monster inside them. ]
( He studies them, the vulnerable peering out where Hani pulls at the seams. This had all been about Mithrun and Tylor - but like on that very first picnic, Mithrun can't help but pull in Hani, too, even if his fingers dig in where they're not welcome. )
... Eat me.
( He fixes their gaze and the wet threatened behind it with his own. )
[ hani’s answer is to lean in and kiss the corner of mithrun’s pursed lips. butterfly touch, followed by a wet, wicked tongue to draw in his bottom lip, still off-center. this spot here, so when he talks or smiles or frowns, the sting will remind him of hani. they bite down sharply, drawing blood. ]
See? [ whispered against his skin with a shaking breath, then pulling back in a stained parting. rogue smeared like a garnish. ] Tell me to stop.
[ monster. they would burrow into justy, into mithrun. join the two halves together and make one whole space just for themself. ]
( Ah. The sudden pain, unexpected, draws a sharp cut of a breath from his lips - voiceless. He runs his tongue along the taste of iron, as if to know the taste Hani gave him. )
... I won't.
( His palms slip from Hani's face just a little lower, pressing along their jaw, the beginnings of their neck; his fingers press in against the flesh, the nails light. )
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Date: 2023-09-02 06:20 am (UTC)Sure.
( Without caring to lock the door, Mithrun trots on ahead to the living room, where there's a broad, long sofa set out in front of a large, flatscreen TV. The curtains remain open from the day, the ocean visible from the living room, which sort of flows into an open kitchen area. )
... Did something make you think something bad happened to me?
( Looking back to Hani, he sits down with his legs over the edge of the sofa in a very default human being sit. This is how people sit. He's doing that. )
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Date: 2023-09-02 06:37 am (UTC)Not to you, but yes, maybe something bad. I’m… ruling out all the possibilities.
[ the way he sits is very cute though - no, no, no. hani pats their own cheeks. no, bad. they on the couch, too, legs off the ground and crossed under them. it’s a very rude way of sitting as a guest but detectives can’t afford to be polite, and this way lets them face mithrun completely. ]
Mithrun-kun. Morgan-kun. Will you speak honestly with me again?
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Date: 2023-09-02 06:49 am (UTC)He frowns. Something bad...? )
... Yes. What is it?
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Date: 2023-09-02 06:54 am (UTC)[ did one of you break? how can they fix you? ]
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Date: 2023-09-02 07:08 am (UTC)Mm.
Well, he presumes Tylor didn't tell them anything, either. That's very like Tylor.
He's quiet for a moment, his gaze drifting away again. )
... Yes.
( But he doesn't elaborate. )
It's something that can be left alone.
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Date: 2023-09-02 07:15 am (UTC)[ and it’s that. they don’t like that. ]
That’s something Justy-kun would say with a smile and believe it even as his wounds fester and rot on the inside.
[ sharp and - ]
Are you? Can you tell if you’re bleeding the same? Do you know?
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Date: 2023-09-02 07:25 am (UTC)Fine. He looks back at Hani. )
... I was the one who did the hurting. I can't be hurt. But he doesn't see himself as hurt. And...
( ... what frustrates Mithrun is that he doesn't understand why he's not indifferent to it. What does it matter to him that Tylor doesn't care about some in-game death? What does it matter that happened at the end?
Frustrated. That's the only word he has for it. )
... He doesn't know how to be upset with me.
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Date: 2023-09-02 07:40 am (UTC)[ and hani can only be themself. though they don’t want to bring too much of them into this. they’re not important here. ]
You want him to be upset with you.
[ as much of a question as it is a statement. ]
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Date: 2023-09-02 07:44 am (UTC)... That can't be true.
( That would be two for two on a want associated with Tylor, and he's still not convinced on the first. (He's seeing two, and missing the others.) )
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Date: 2023-09-02 08:19 am (UTC)[ on hani’s phone is proof of it, a happy screenshot they had saved. a precious thing. it would, they decide, be proof but only as a last resort.
(it so precious, if mithrun denied any part of it, they would be - their stomach tightens. hurt might be the word they’re looking for. it would hurt.
but for justy, they would - could use it. for mithrun, they would try.)
for now, they just reach for the corner of mithrun’s frown. light touches. ]
Why frown at all then?
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Date: 2023-09-02 09:28 am (UTC)Hani's touch feels nice against his cool skin. He hadn't realized he was frowning so much. )
... Do you find it worthwhile, too, that I hurt him?
( Sidestep. )
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Date: 2023-09-02 09:45 am (UTC)[ they cut off, limps pressed together. they should have written these words down first. another try: ]
I only know that he loves you. And after - after, he loved you from afar instead - and that hurt him and he didn’t even realize.
And you are frowning, upset. [ angry? hani understands this a little. they’ve only ever been upset by love. ] Do you realize? I think you love him, too.
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Date: 2023-09-02 09:56 am (UTC)If Mithrun hadn't said the things he said then, at that first picnic with the three of them, he wonders if Tylor would have said anything to him, or Hani. )
... Tylor loves you.
( Does he love Tylor? Don't ask him that. Don't even imply. All feelings entered stasis once this threeway entity, vague and undefined in Mithrun's monocular eye, did, too. That's what he wants to think. )
... But none of this has to do with what happened. If you want me to let him talk to me again, then he can.
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Date: 2023-09-02 10:12 am (UTC)[ this is hard. they really, really should’ve written down some words. searched up the ones that might potentially explain their feelings, critically comparing each word with the others on the branch and picked out the best ones they could. put it in their little basket and come more prepared to -
to fight? to be frustrated? to be hurt? to love so aggressively that it’ll make these two understand. ]
Not me. [ the plan is justy and mithrun, not hani. ]
How do you know he loves me?
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Date: 2023-09-02 10:50 am (UTC)... Are you asking because you don't think so, or because you want to know what I think?
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Date: 2023-09-02 11:05 am (UTC)[ no less warm than usual, but strained. don’t treat them like this, like they can’t be hurt and brittle. ]
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Date: 2023-09-02 11:33 am (UTC)I don't know.
( Frustrated, taking Hani's hand at his face - not forceful, but some kind of grip, like searching for a buoy - turning toward them, one leg pulling up on the couch, folded under him. )
I don't know. I just look at him and you and I understand what he means when he says you're just right for him. You're always in concert, even when you're out of tune.
( He squeezes Hani's hand, like he's trying to convey - something. )
... In every universe the two of you met but hadn't met me, you wouldn't have been lacking.
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Date: 2023-09-02 02:00 pm (UTC)No. I don’t want that. This is not one of those universes - you don’t see. We wouldn’t be lacking, but we would still be less without you.
[ they squeeze back, small tremors brought out by the heady upset feeling in their stomach. it builds fast, piling and piling until the bubbles threaten to snap and overflow. ]
And I just look at you and I understand how you must feel about him. You don’t see the faces you make for him, only for him. But you must have noticed, you’re so brilliant, you must, you must. You must have noticed how he looks at you, how I - we look at you.
[ they rush over that last bit, stumbling fiercely over the next couple of words. ]
Take him, you can.
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Date: 2023-09-02 06:14 pm (UTC)Brittle - brittle, like a shaking leaf, is maybe what it is.
He pulls his hand from theirs but only to take their face in both of his a little rougher, clumsily, than he means anything by, stealing their gesture from earlier but here it's like to keep them steady, keep them firm. )
Why don't you?
( It's not accusatory. It's not even a sidestep, this time. He thinks this answer is just as important as his own, if not more. )
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Date: 2023-09-02 06:50 pm (UTC)bubbles bursting into snippets of truth and vulnerability. heat scorching their lungs, burning up their throat inch by painful inch, and settling behind their eyes. wet. ]
We could both take him. But I won’t stop with just him. I would sweep you both up in my storm and you don’t want that.
[ they cover his hands, the ones trying to steady them. grateful, but frustrated. feeling even more weighed down by his clumsy attempt, their affection heavy, their love heavier. and nothing hungers like the monster inside them. ]
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Date: 2023-09-02 06:56 pm (UTC)... Eat me.
( He fixes their gaze and the wet threatened behind it with his own. )
Can you?
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Date: 2023-09-02 07:19 pm (UTC)See? [ whispered against his skin with a shaking breath, then pulling back in a stained parting. rogue smeared like a garnish. ] Tell me to stop.
[ monster. they would burrow into justy, into mithrun. join the two halves together and make one whole space just for themself. ]
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Date: 2023-09-02 07:34 pm (UTC)... I won't.
( His palms slip from Hani's face just a little lower, pressing along their jaw, the beginnings of their neck; his fingers press in against the flesh, the nails light. )
I like you this way.
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