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[flawedintent]

Who: Damien, Max
When: Late tonight
Where: Their living room
Rating: PG
Warnings: Pure fluff. Because god knows the boy can use a break from the angst bombardment.

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[flawedintent]

He looked at her, managing a small smile back. Dread was denser than happiness, indeed, and it weighed heavily upon him despite his attempt to cheer up. The fact of the matter was simple: back home, he had never had to deal with these things. It was the second time he had received death threats from people with god-knows-what powers.

The first time, he had done nothing but been rescued. This time, he had merely snapped for an understandable reason. Was he to walk on eggshells in this place, afraid to offend the wrong person, for fear of the safety of himself and his loved ones?

It bothered him deeply. If he was going to be trapped in this world, repenting, he would at least like to do it in some relative safety. Was it too much to ask for even that? Couldn't he find a way to at least have have some semblance of normalcy in this chaotic world

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"Pardon the sappiness, but...you're here. That in itself makes things more bearable." His hand slid to cup her cheek, thumb stroking the skin softly. The movements were almost independent of himself, going by instinct rather than knowledge. Considering the state of his head, thought processes were not operating as well as they usually did, as it were.

"Every time something like this has happened, you have been here for me. It hurts me that I've never been able to repay you for it. The role of a man aside...it still bothers me sometimes that I am the one always in need of help."

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"I suppose you're right. I'm very grateful for you. If you weren't the one to find me when I first arrived...well, who knows how we'd be now?"

This was good, he decided. A kind of physical affection that he actually wanted, that comforted him as much as words did.

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"It is good that we did. Otherwise, I would have gone mad a long time ago." He put an arm around her, glad for the comfort this was bringing.

Merry January 4th, I won't interrupt.

....now that was a shock.

Oh, get over yourself. Dealing with your insanity is taxing. Go be all sappy with her and don't fight your...feelings...

'Cosmas.'

Goodnight.

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He chuckled slightly. "Max. I live with Cosmas twenty four hours a day, seven days a week. Nothing you can do could possibly drive me up the wall."

I take offense to---

'Weren't you going to sleep?'

Only if you stop badmouthing me.

'Go the hell to sleep.'