Nicholas has a recovery...

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Please check here for starters! There is slight slow, to be true.

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Chris (@syntropic)

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[ He has waited a few days past feeling himself again. He wants to make sure he is present and that he understands everything that is said. He will not mess up - not with Christopher.

It is simply not allowed, that is all there is to it. And so at midnight of the second day of recovery. ]

I'm ready. You're the real thing. I will not question it, you have been capable of more than simply being alive.

Hartley. What do I do for you?

My friend,

My true brother, long tested and true.

Klaus (@bestfuneralevah)

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[ He comes out of his room on the third day. Other than sleep, time was spent rereading everything that occurred online or talking to Chris. Perhaps observing the fact that mating mark has finally started to heal, what an odd thing. For it to not be a open and painful reminder of something actually wonderful?

He misses Dylan but he must not push. He can feel it is alright through the mark anyhow. It heals but does not remove the connection, though it is more a distant feeling rather than a sharp ache. He will not call or press, he will show affection and care to the one who deserves gratitude at the moment.

He leaves his room and searches the apartment for Klaus. His hair has grown longer in his recent situation, a bit of a mess. All he can really do at the moment is pull the mess back and hope he can fix the tangles later. ]

Are you here? I hope you did not leave.

[ He has not showered yet. At least he changed into new pajamas. It is something. ]

[bestfuneralever]

[Klaus hasn’t left. He thought about it. Spent a night back at his room at Obsodian, but… he couldn’t stay away. It felt wrong to be anywhere else.

He’s been overwhelmed lately, he knows some of his personal fuck-ups are going to take time to fix. He’s trying. He’s considering therapy again, for real this time. Probably AA, too? He’s not going to give up weed… but everything else? Maybe he needs to say farewell tequila, so long margarita, etcetera? No more Sunday Funday’s, at least not the drunk way. It would be better, he thinks. He doesn’t need to hide from what he is so much anymore.

So… when Nick is ready, he’ll find Klaus curled up crammed into the corner of the couch in the living room, playing a match 3 game on his phone.

His attention on the phone is abandoned immediately when he hears his voice, instead his head jerks up in response, seeking the source of it. The smile he manages is small, weak— he’s clearly tired, circles darker around his eyes than usual, it’s an easy leap to think he hasn’t been sleeping much at all.]

Oh, hey, you… [He winces. That sounded terrible. Worse than how you greet some old college buddy you see out in the wild 10 years later. He hates being on awkward footing, here, because he’s really missed Nick.

Maybe that’s stupid or crazy or too much, too intense, too fast. He doesn’t care; that’s always how he’s lived his life, there was no way this wouldn’t be the same. All heart and passion, and no brain, that’s what makes up everything that is… Klaus.]

Where would I go? Plus… [He shrugs a little, gesturing vaguely.] I like it here…