[RL with Zechs] [Backdated to Thursday Morning]

[tyki_tock]

Tyki emerged from the virus to find himself in the Ark, disoriented and upset by the things he remembered from the day before. He immediately made his way back to his apartment via the doorway, certain he hadn't brought his car with him this time

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[tyki_tock]

Tyki winced in return, hearing the helpless and frustrated tone in his voice, and understanding what Zechs had gone through in those hours. Now that he was sane once more, he knew how terrible it must have been to see him like that.

"I'm sorry," he said. "My love... I wish I could have spared you from that battle."

Gently, he touched the bloodied nose. "Did one of our friends give that to you?" He was fairly certain of his guess. The only question was, was it Michael, Grimmjow, or Rufus who had punched Zechs to keep him from getting himself killed?

[thricedeadwind]

"Do not apologize for my foolishness," Zechs growled, frustrated at himself, mostly. He brought a hand up into Tyki's hair, calming himself with the feel of it through his fingers.

Though he realized how terrible it would have been for his husband if he had gone, and Tyki had done something to him - Zechs didn't know what he could do otherwise. He was not a man of inaction. He needed ... some kind of plan, if this happened again. Zechs always felt better with a clear course of action. He said quietly, "If anything, I should apologize to you for even considering it. The least I would want to do is intensify such a nightmare."

Zechs nodded then in response, looking only slightly rueful. "Michael hadn't been pleased at my response. I am uncertain how he had convinced his governesses to release him for the short time, but he and I had a ... disagreement." He inclined his head. "At the time, I was not up to par for my skill."

[tyki_tock]

Tyki easily read the words between the lines. Zechs had gone off half-cocked, as he often did out of love for Tyki and his desire not to feel helpless. MIchael had come here to stop him - something Tyki felt the need to thank him for under teh circumstances.

And Zechs had been drunk off of his gourd at the time.

"Let us be thankful, then," he said simply, giving his lover a squeeze. "We'll buy Michael a very large bottle of something he likes, and we'll forget the whole thing."

He reached for Zechs' hand. "How about a shower?"

[thricedeadwind]

Smiling a little ruefully now, not really irritated with Michael at all, Zechs agreed, "He was confident you would be quite appreciative. Though I doubt he will admit to being truly concerned."

The guilt in Tyki's voice earlier, that concern and worry in his face, wasn't forgotten. Zechs tightened his hold, his fingers cradling the back of Tyki's head, his arm wrapped around his husband. Such a thing wasn't so easily dismissed. But he didn't want to talk it to death - just make certain Tyki felt like himself, without such shadows disturbing him.

"In one moment," Zechs said, then bent to kiss Tyki deeply. Hopefully it would be clear to the Noah what he thought, and how much he believed in him. This was real. And Tyki would always act as he wanted to - he wouldn't be controlled by something else.

Zechs pulled back after a long moment, and took Tyki's hand. "Now, let us shower."

[tyki_tock]

Tyki kissed back enthusiastically, though there was a strange reserve as well. It was more difficult to let this go than he might have hoped, simply because it was so... realistic. He hadn't yet been asked to kill by the Earl, but he was going back to the Ark from time to time now.

He was even more afraid than anything that Zechs would ask him where he had been, and then wonder how he had gotten to the Ark and back without any problems.

But Zechs seemed to be more accepting of things than Tyki could have hoped for. He smiled and squeezed Zechs' hand, leading the way towards the bedroom, where he paused and looked around. "Ah...Was this where you were fighting?"