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He nods, gratefully, almost sighing in relief.Īsh cringes at his own voice. It’s still dark, but Ash can actually make out shapes and movement. “Here-that better?” Shorter murmurs, phone light in hand. Ash flushes, realizes Shorter is tensing at how tightly Ash is holding him. “Ah-shit-you’re pretty strong, huh?” Shorter jokes, wincing. Before he can reply, he feels his friend shift underneath him, making Ash panic, squeeze tighter, death grip. “Want me to go downstairs and talk to the front?”Īsh pauses, it’s a really good idea, but that implies Shorter would get up and leave him here. He’s not going to put up with your shit if you don’t calm down. What the hell is Shorter supposed to do?! Ash thinks to himself.
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“I’ll see okay? But it looks like the building might be out.” See if he’s mad- he didn’t sound mad, right? “Can you turn the light on? Please?” He asks.Īsh wishes he could make out Shorter’s face in the dark. “What do you need?” The arms around him pull Ash closer, hands on his back. It makes Ash feel bad, makes him swallow a sob.
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He’s using the same type of tone that he uses for Eiji, the one full of adoration. It’s okay, sweetheart.” Shorter breathes out. He holds on tighter, and it gives him something tangible, secure, since he can’t make out his surroundings. Reminds him of stepping down into his coach’s basement. “I don’t like-I don’t like the apartment- like this-“ Ash cries, the embrace is warm, unlike the pitch black surrounding him. “I’m sorry-I just-“ Ash lets out another shuddering breath. I have you.” There’s a hand on the back of his head, on his back. Shorter tightens his arms around Ash’s waist, squeezing him gently. “I-I-don’t know-“ he hiccups, frightened and piteous. Ash buries his face into his neck, breath hitching. “What happened?” He asks, voice painfully soft. Ash lets out a string of sobs, crying even harder when Shorter starts rocking him back and forth. Shh.” He soothes, running a hand through his hair. Shorter catches him, holds him tight and flush against his chest. “ Shorter- “ He cries, softly as to not wake the entire complex, and flings his arms around his best friend’s shoulders. It’s too dark to really see, but Ash is straddling his lap. “Ow!-Ash? Are you okay?” He mumbles, pulling himself to a sitting position and looking up his friend. “Oh my god! It’s freezing.” A voice whines from next to him, and Ash almost cries in relief, flinging himself on top of Shorter. “Ah-“ he breathes out audibly, it feels like he’s back in that room-in that. He’s shivering now, there’s no familiar buzz of the heater, the light that stays on outside their window might as well be dead-it’s-it’s so unfamiliar, what-what’s happening to me?! Where am I?!Īsh pales and gasps, reaches over to flick the bedside lamp on, and it doesn’t fucking work. It’s a sickening dark, he can’t see his hand in front of his face, and the bedroom is about twenty degrees colder. It’s dark, but so much deeper than the usual pitch black basking over the room.