A/N: Set during the weekend up hiking with broken_circles. Disturbing content, and no, it's not enjoyable.The first night hadn't been too bad
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It didn't shut out the noise. Not enough, anyway, not after that bump and Chase's naturally paranoid instincts.
He opened his eyes before anything, though. Looked around, and listened. Just in time to catch Lee closing the door behind him, and the sound of heaving. It didn't sound good. Then again, that kind of thing never sounded good.
Chase crawled out of bed and padded quietly over to the bathroom door, just opening it rather than knocking. He could apologize later, and this didn't sound like the kind of thing he'd want to be alone for, which meant it was the kind of thing he shouldn't leave Lee alone for. Hell, he remembered far too much of that, in the bad times after Ipswich and before Ginny, after Ginny and before they met again. After they'd wrapped for the day, after he'd gotten home with the taste and smell of sex and plastic all around him.
He wondered what smells and tastes Lee had in his mind right now. What was most vivid for him. What needed to be shut out.
Death. The taste and smell was death; death and madness and pain...
Despite his usual attentiveness, at first he didn't exactly notice Chase coming in. He'd managed a haphazard pile by the toilet, one leg kind of bent under him, the other's heel planted by that leg, body leaning up against his thigh. The unwanted, unwelcome erection was pressed between his legs, covered up even from himself until he could make sure there was noting to cover up. Which was... not yet.
He realized the door was open in a pause between the heavings, while he was wondering if reaching up to flash and clear the stench was worth the effort. Realized, looked up, back over his shoulder, and his face twisted a bit at the sight of Chase. Even if he did mean the uttered, "sorry, didn't mean to make a show of myself like this." Then his forehead went again over his flopped arms on the porcelain edge of a toilet. "And for waking you up." He was sorry, really. Having been enough times in the object to be explored' later.
"Don't worry about it." Chase's voice was quiet, subdued but sincere, rather like he'd been on their first couple of meetings. Except this time the posture didn't match the defensive and withdrawn attitude; his body was open and one hand immediately came to rest on Lee's shoulder, the other reaching out to flush the offending mess away. Then again, just to be sure.
Then he crouched down next to the man and just... sat there, for a second. Rubbing his hand lightly over his back in small circles between his shoulder-blades. Not really saying anything. Not looking at him with curiosity in his eyes, or even that much worry, although he was concerned. Then again, he also had expected something like this. Nightmares, night terrors. Something, after all that.
This wasn't surprising. It wasn't even out of the ordinary.
"You going to try to get back to sleep or are we up for the morning, napping in the early afternoon?"
Lee couldn't help the shiver at the touch, not because it was bad or unpleasant, just he was... still overloading. But he tried to clarify that with a "thanks." Way less velvet in his voice and way more crushed - or even scratched - as he was struggling to let the removal of smell and ... even just being awake calm the heaving down
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He opened his eyes before anything, though. Looked around, and listened. Just in time to catch Lee closing the door behind him, and the sound of heaving. It didn't sound good. Then again, that kind of thing never sounded good.
Chase crawled out of bed and padded quietly over to the bathroom door, just opening it rather than knocking. He could apologize later, and this didn't sound like the kind of thing he'd want to be alone for, which meant it was the kind of thing he shouldn't leave Lee alone for. Hell, he remembered far too much of that, in the bad times after Ipswich and before Ginny, after Ginny and before they met again. After they'd wrapped for the day, after he'd gotten home with the taste and smell of sex and plastic all around him.
He wondered what smells and tastes Lee had in his mind right now. What was most vivid for him. What needed to be shut out.
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Despite his usual attentiveness, at first he didn't exactly notice Chase coming in. He'd managed a haphazard pile by the toilet, one leg kind of bent under him, the other's heel planted by that leg, body leaning up against his thigh. The unwanted, unwelcome erection was pressed between his legs, covered up even from himself until he could make sure there was noting to cover up. Which was... not yet.
He realized the door was open in a pause between the heavings, while he was wondering if reaching up to flash and clear the stench was worth the effort. Realized, looked up, back over his shoulder, and his face twisted a bit at the sight of Chase. Even if he did mean the uttered, "sorry, didn't mean to make a show of myself like this." Then his forehead went again over his flopped arms on the porcelain edge of a toilet. "And for waking you up." He was sorry, really. Having been enough times in the object to be explored' later.
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Then he crouched down next to the man and just... sat there, for a second. Rubbing his hand lightly over his back in small circles between his shoulder-blades. Not really saying anything. Not looking at him with curiosity in his eyes, or even that much worry, although he was concerned. Then again, he also had expected something like this. Nightmares, night terrors. Something, after all that.
This wasn't surprising. It wasn't even out of the ordinary.
"You going to try to get back to sleep or are we up for the morning, napping in the early afternoon?"
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