Phanan didn't like touching him with his prosthetic hand, Face had discovered over the course of the night, although he didn't know if his wingmate was even conscious of that fact. It was like he didn't want to process sensation and warmth with something that had been programed to feel those things but never actually could. He'd steered Face away from the artificial leg, too, like it didn't exist and he didn't want to think about it. Face was beginning to suspect that that drunken, depressed rant earlier that night had only just scratched the surfaces of Phanan's problems.
Lying there watching him sleep he didn't know if he'd fixed anything, if this night was going to make the slightest difference in the face of the hidden pain and depression he'd been confronted with in his friend. It seemed stupid, like something out of a bad holofilm, to want to try and save Phanan from himself and anyway that wasn't all this night had been about for either of them so why lay awake worrying? Except he couldn't stop worrying because he cared and Ton was more than just a friend and both their lives were full of problems because that was just the way things worked.
Ton's remaining eye blinked open, vivid blue a painful contrast against the glowing red one. Not asleep, then. Face purposefully banished his dreary thoughts with a smile that was all mischievous flirtation before pressing his lips against the seam where the flesh of Phanan's face connected with harsh metal. He trailed a slow line of kisses along the edge of it, leaving steamy smudges on the prosthetic and enjoying the way it made Phanan moan slightly.
Having finished that exploration he began working his way downward, fingers brushing lightly against every surgical scar they could find, every place doctors had cut away just a little bit more of him. This doesn't matter he wanted to say but he knew Ton wouldn't believe him. He traced his hand across the most recent one on his abdomen where he'd lost his spleen, glancing up at Ton's soft gasp and enjoying the split second glimpse of the man without those shields of sarcasm and wit. Reaching the spot where the prosthetic leg began Face let his fingers slide teasingly across his thigh.
"If you don't get on with it I'm going to report you for sexual harassment." Phanan informed him with breathless sarcasm.
"I don't think that's quite the situation those complaints are meant to apply to but I'd love to see the face of whoever had to deal with it." He replied with a grin.
Phanan chuckled roughly and Face decided it was probably the best sound he'd heard all night. "Whatever happened to getting some sleep because we have a mission tomorrow? You're the most irresponsible lieutenant I've ever met."
"So report me." Yes they had a mission tomorrow, and they'd just go in a little more tired than usual. Yes, he knew all about slowed reflexes and perception but it was just an ordinary Hawk-Bat raid on Halmad. What could go wrong? And in the face of what could go right tonight, really what did it matter?
Lying there watching him sleep he didn't know if he'd fixed anything, if this night was going to make the slightest difference in the face of the hidden pain and depression he'd been confronted with in his friend. It seemed stupid, like something out of a bad holofilm, to want to try and save Phanan from himself and anyway that wasn't all this night had been about for either of them so why lay awake worrying? Except he couldn't stop worrying because he cared and Ton was more than just a friend and both their lives were full of problems because that was just the way things worked.
Ton's remaining eye blinked open, vivid blue a painful contrast against the glowing red one. Not asleep, then. Face purposefully banished his dreary thoughts with a smile that was all mischievous flirtation before pressing his lips against the seam where the flesh of Phanan's face connected with harsh metal. He trailed a slow line of kisses along the edge of it, leaving steamy smudges on the prosthetic and enjoying the way it made Phanan moan slightly.
Having finished that exploration he began working his way downward, fingers brushing lightly against every surgical scar they could find, every place doctors had cut away just a little bit more of him. This doesn't matter he wanted to say but he knew Ton wouldn't believe him. He traced his hand across the most recent one on his abdomen where he'd lost his spleen, glancing up at Ton's soft gasp and enjoying the split second glimpse of the man without those shields of sarcasm and wit. Reaching the spot where the prosthetic leg began Face let his fingers slide teasingly across his thigh.
"If you don't get on with it I'm going to report you for sexual harassment." Phanan informed him with breathless sarcasm.
"I don't think that's quite the situation those complaints are meant to apply to but I'd love to see the face of whoever had to deal with it." He replied with a grin.
Phanan chuckled roughly and Face decided it was probably the best sound he'd heard all night. "Whatever happened to getting some sleep because we have a mission tomorrow? You're the most irresponsible lieutenant I've ever met."
"So report me." Yes they had a mission tomorrow, and they'd just go in a little more tired than usual. Yes, he knew all about slowed reflexes and perception but it was just an ordinary Hawk-Bat raid on Halmad. What could go wrong? And in the face of what could go right tonight, really what did it matter?
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