It'd taken Terry days to get the news that Seto and Mokuba were popcorn. When he found out he'd been furious for not having some sort of routine to check about those things. But he'd been avoiding the popcorn room ever since Ryuuji had hinted that Paul hadn't simply left but was in there, somewhere, an empty golden shell covered in salt. And even
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Seto. Mokuba. Both gone.
Popcorn.
The locket was still in one hand, the letter in the other. The only time he ever let go of them was when he was shoved into a shower by Sarah or Oz; some part of his mind knew that meant water would be coming down on him and that, at least, was enough to make him let go of the letter to whoever was nearby so that they could protect it from getting wet. Never did it occur to him that they might read it, mind shut down and not functioning at its usual levels of paranoia.
Staying this still was probably bad for his back. Ryuuji couldn't care less.
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"Hey." Because there wasn't much else to say. Seeing Ryuuji like this brought home exactly what was wrong. Someone had left. Two someones.
And then, because he could, Terry leaned over to nuzzle Ryuuji to remind him that he hadn't gone anywhere or become something to be contained in a rool of glass cells.
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Dressed in an oversized hoodie and jeans, chosen not by him but by one of the people (he hadn't been really paying attention to whom they were) who'd physically dragged him off to have a shower and then to get dressed in clean clothes, Ryuuji looked smaller than usual, more vulnerable and lost in the thick, warm folds of fabric.
Statement. Voice. Requiring acknowledgement and response.
"Hey."
Dead response, bare of any emotion, but a response. And Ryuuji didn't protest to being nuzzled either, staying absolutely still and allowing Terry to do that without any attempt to resist.
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Terry pulled back enough to unwrap a piece of chocolate and hold it up to his boyfriend's lips. "M'here."
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