bikerdetective | [CF] Inbox

[ Now they know. Just another flag he needs to add to his growing list because one wrong move in an already sensitive state sends him spiraling and--

How is he supposed to do his job like this? How is he supposed to keep Deckerd safe? Or anyone for that matter?

He knows it isn't fair or right of him to think of himself that way but he can't help it. Now that the panic is fading all that's left is annoyance at himself, at the situation, at letting his guard down enough to get blindsided by someone turning off their optics of all things--

He takes a shuddering vent and leans into Deckerd. It's okay. They're okay. Just breathe. Just breathe. ]

Feels like one.

[ It feels like failing. It always feels like failing. His fear was what led to-- was what meant--

He slams the memory files shut and shoves them down, down, down deep into his processor. No more today. No more. ]

Of course it does. [Deckerd snorts it affectionately, and forces his hands to gentle on Gunmax and smooth in what he hoped were soothing patterns] You're you. You're one of mine, were long before either of us said anything. We all came pre-installed with what I believe Todo once called 'control issues.' There was never any chance that you wouldn't think so. But...

[Another soft, shuddering vent he does his best not to allow to linger]

I can only hope that hearing it can be added to a pile of similar things, and that one day it will tilt the invisible scales in your favor. Besides... if it was a failure...

[His fingers tightened again at his own hypocrisy in what he was about to say, and he smoothed them back into those patterns]

Would that be so bad? People fail, every day. Why does it have to mean anything?

[ That does, at least, manage to get Gunmax to wheeze out a half laugh. Control issues. Yeah, Todou would say that. And hell if it wasn't true. Gunmax was known for having some of the worst control issues and he admits it every day.

He relaxes slowly as Deckerd traces patterns. Simple things that he can follow without looking. It comforting and soothing and it eases the tension out of his frame until he's almost limp against the older Brave.

He always forgets how much energy panic takes from him. Whoever coded that program needed to look over it again.

But Gunmax still hums a quiet sound in response. He curls his arms around Deckerd, holding him, and breathes an almost sigh. ]

I know this is about me right now, but giving hypocritical advice is a bad look, patokaa.

[ Finally the static has left his voice, leaving him just sounding tired and worn down. ]

[Deckerd slowly relaxes as well, and for a moment or two he allows himself to simply take comfort of his own from holding Gunmax and being held. Not too long, though, never too long. He needs to stay focused and on task. Not because it is his duty to be and he is coded to do his duty in all things, but because his heart burns to do everything he can to make things even a little better for Gunmax]

It is a good thing then that you are so overwhelmed by how true and meaningful it was, [Deckerd says with heavy layers of false sincerity] that we don't ever need to talk about what I said ever again. Or how you are going to take it to heart and relax, no matter what that takes.

[Deckerd doesn't always truly get humor but he wants to make the attempt, just as much as what he does next, which is to stand and pull Gunmax after him]

Starting with a recharge, right now. Another one of my very wise and not at all hypocritical ideas. I will be with you. [He adds this more gently] I will stay right here until you wake up again, if you want me to.

[ The soft laugh that pulls from Gunmax is leagues better than anything else Deckerd could have gotten. He cycles his optics and leans back a little as he's pulled to his feet. ]

We're gonna talk about it, Deckerd. Just not today.

[ He's too tired for it today. Which is also why he's not fighting the way Deckerd guides him back to the bed. But worry does briefly flicker across his expression. He squeezes Deckerd's hands gently as he follows. ]

I do. I want you to stay. I just--

[ He swallows and cycles his optics again. ]

I have nightmares. Frequently. As a warning.

[ Not asking Deckerd to leave. Not trying to scare him off. Just... letting him know. ]

[Deckerd squeezes Gunmax's hand right back, relieved beyond words that he is still able to make Gunmax laugh. He might be responsible for every other part of this situation, but at least he could still pull Gunmax out of the tailspin he'd shoved him into]

Having the opportunity to spend more time with you isn't such a hardship. Nightmares will just be another part of what that means.

[He then glances at the bed as he gently guides Gunmax into sitting on the edge of it and laughs a little self consciously. He starts to fidget with his hands until the welds pull painfully and he immediately stops]

All these months later and I am still far more used to recharging as a patrol car or in a cradle, rather than whatever this is, so I am glad you have grown comfortable with it. Should I pull up your chair, or...?

[ Gunmax slants a smile, wry though it is. ]

Spend a few months sleeping on the streets and anything is luxury. Cradle, bed, doesn't much make a difference to me now.

[ He looks up at Deckerd, amusement dimming the glow of his optics into something soft and barely there. He takes one of Deckerd's hands and kisses his palm gently, lovingly. A moment later, he tugs Deckerd onto the bed next to him. ]

You need to recharge too. And I'll sleep better if you're right beside me.

[ An excuse to cuddle? Perhaps. But Gunmax isn't above such tactics. ]

[Deckerd starts to open his mouth to apologize when Gunmax takes his hand and-]

[And he-]

[Deckerd gapes, his finials twitching, but he has entirely forgotten what he was going to say so he just sort of aimlessly stutters as he's tugged onto the bed. His sensors immediately register a difference in his internal temperature in his cheeks, but it is fine, everything is fine. Added to that... It has been longer than some would have liked since he last recharged, and now that he's lying down and isn't moving, it is a lot harder to ignore]

[He resets his voxcoder, but his voice still comes out more than a little unsteady for reasons he is sure have very little to do with being so near to Gunmax]

I have never once needed recharge since I was first activated, but if it will do you good, I suppose. [He says it teasingly, but he is already leaning into Gunmax. He keeps the hand Gunmax had kissed closer to his chest as if he can keep it like a secret, even though nothing stays forever. He knows that. He understands. But... maybe the universe can be convinced to forget that for a little while, so he can pretend]

[ Gunmax laughs and throws his arm around Deckerd, pulling him in close. He tucks his head underneath Deckerd's chin and nestles in, relaxing. The faint whine of his systems fades almost instantly, soothed by Deckerd's presence and closeness. He sighs and lets himself go limp. ]

Thank you. For coming back, and for staying with me.

[ He murmurs it, the words half buried in Deckerd's neck. ]

I love you.

[Deckerd wants to make promises in this moment, but he can't. They would both know they would be lies. He wants to stay like this forever, but he can't]

[He can stay here right now, however, so he does. So he trails his fingers in those aimless, comforting patterns from earlier and allows himself to actually relax for the first time all day. He curls around Gunmax and the tension drains away from him as if he'd sprung a leak somewhere, until all that is left is warmth and the soft hum of Gunmax's systems against him]

I love you, too. [He says it back just as quietly, already drowsy, and nuzzles the top of Gunmax's head with his cheek] I'll be here when you wake up. It's okay to sleep. It's safe. You won't be alone with your nightmares.

[CF] Inbox | UN: guntothemax

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject