Challenge table fic: Tangible, 20/30: Layers (R)
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20. Layers
Cain leaned back against the headboard wearily. His coat was draped across the chair next to the door, where he had carelessly flung it earlier when he was getting Glitch settled. Boots were lying on the floor where he’d toed them off before climbing onto the bed next to the sleeping man. The only light he turned on was the small lamp on the bedside table.
He rested his hand on Glitch’s shoulder, the one that had been so horribly torn apart mere hours ago. Through the layers of shirts and blankets he could feel the warmth of fever seeping into his palm.
A sigh escaped as he moved his restless hand up to absently toy with Glitch’s hair, careful not to wake him.
It was impossible to clear his mind of everything Zero had told them. There was so much to consider and Wyatt had very little idea where they were supposed to go from there. He knew what Zero had been asking him; the former Longcoat had a responsibility to his men. Zero needed an audience with the Queen, to ask her to pardon the innocent men.
The person Zero needed to ask for that audience was currently sleeping next to Cain’s leg.
Glitch shifted in his sleep and Cain’s hand was dragged freely across the back of the advisor’s head. A tiny metallic click drew his attention and he saw that his fingers had grazed the end of the zipper, flipping the loose end up. He gently moved the tag down to its previous spot and went back to stroking the knotted tufts of dark hair.
Cain was thankful that Zero hadn’t tried to apologize for any of his actions. The cop suspected that Zero knew he could never be forgiven. There was one more question on Cain’s mind, one that deserved an answer but it would keep for now.
This moment was reserved for being with Glitch.
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20. Layers
Cain leaned back against the headboard wearily. His coat was draped across the chair next to the door, where he had carelessly flung it earlier when he was getting Glitch settled. Boots were lying on the floor where he’d toed them off before climbing onto the bed next to the sleeping man. The only light he turned on was the small lamp on the bedside table.
He rested his hand on Glitch’s shoulder, the one that had been so horribly torn apart mere hours ago. Through the layers of shirts and blankets he could feel the warmth of fever seeping into his palm.
A sigh escaped as he moved his restless hand up to absently toy with Glitch’s hair, careful not to wake him.
It was impossible to clear his mind of everything Zero had told them. There was so much to consider and Wyatt had very little idea where they were supposed to go from there. He knew what Zero had been asking him; the former Longcoat had a responsibility to his men. Zero needed an audience with the Queen, to ask her to pardon the innocent men.
The person Zero needed to ask for that audience was currently sleeping next to Cain’s leg.
Glitch shifted in his sleep and Cain’s hand was dragged freely across the back of the advisor’s head. A tiny metallic click drew his attention and he saw that his fingers had grazed the end of the zipper, flipping the loose end up. He gently moved the tag down to its previous spot and went back to stroking the knotted tufts of dark hair.
Cain was thankful that Zero hadn’t tried to apologize for any of his actions. The cop suspected that Zero knew he could never be forgiven. There was one more question on Cain’s mind, one that deserved an answer but it would keep for now.
This moment was reserved for being with Glitch.
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