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No class this week. Sorry. Just reread the stuff we've been going over last week.

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He's gone again.

I have no idea what to even think or feel right now. Why did it even happen in the first place if he was just gonna leave again?

Doesn't seem very fair to me.

But now I've got a kid who just lost his dad for the second time. I don't even know anymore. Why's it seem like being in this castle's nothing but suffering? It almost makes me wanna quit. Homeschool them from now on or something. At least I can count on myself not to screw with shit like this.

I just have a hard time wishing it didn't happen though. It was good while it lasted, I just

I dunno. Whatever.

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[The tension is concerning at first, almost offputting. Murdoc wonders if this was what he wanted at all, or if perhaps he'd just missunderstood the situation. He considers pulling away from the embrace, feeling like an idiot.

And then he shifts for his arm and any doubt he had begins to fade away. Instead, he circles the arm tighter around Dirk, stroking his back with his hand as he sobs.

He makes a soft sound of concern in response, letting his head lean forward until their foreheads are touching and he looks down into Dirk's eyes. His own face is lined with worry as he watches Dirk. He wants to say something comforting. Something uplifting. Nothing comes to mind. He can't verbalise anything with enough depth or warmth because it's never been his place to say those things.

He shooshes him gently as he hears his voice quiver. Not because he wants him to shut up, but because he wants him to understand that he doesn't need to be thanked right now. He hasn't begun to do anything to justify that.

Watching for a long moment, Murdoc's eyes start to drift down Dirk's face from his eyes to his lips. He honestly has no idea how to convey sympathy through words, but he thinks maybe his actions can speak for him. He moves his own face down, gently pecking the corner of his mouth before catching Dirk's lips with his and kissing him as tenderly as he can manage. He squeezes Dirk's hand in return, his other hand still rubbing circles over the other man's back.]

[As it turns out, Murdoc's actions are a lot more comforting than anything he might've been able to say. It's the actions that really make him feel like Murdoc cares, and that he isn't just there out of some weird obligation. That he wants to help. When Murdoc shooshes him, it's enough to make him calm a little, his body ceasing to shake as much, though still pretty hard.

But then Murdoc kisses him, and as cliche as it is it turns out to be exactly what he needed. Maybe it was just the way he coped with things. It was just in his nature. Or maybe it was just because it was Murdoc. He honestly didn't know. But the instant that Murdoc's lips are on his, he feels better. He the raw ache in his heart dulls. He lets out a needy whimper and presses himself closer to him, moving to wrap himself around Murdoc as much as possible.

The kiss is wet (on account of the fact he's still crying) and sloppy and very full of need, but it's a very comforting one. He opens his mouth against Murdoc's in an attempt to deepen it, letting out another sound of need. God, he must sound so pathetic, huh? He realizes that, but now that he's found the thing that makes him feel better, he can't help himself.]

[The whimper serves to encourage Murdoc, so much so that Dirk's attempt to deepen it is almost unnecessary. It is, however, enough to make him push closer. It's as if the whimper drags out the more protective side of himself. The arm on Dirk's back wraps tighter, closing the near non-existent gap between them.

He gives Dirk's hand a final squeeze before ghosting it up his chest, cupping his face and grazing his thumb under Dirk's eye so he can wipe at least one of his tears away. After that, he just strokes his thumb over Dirk's cheekbone.

Even in Dirk's desperation, Murdoc tries to pace himself. He flicks a tongue over his lips before letting it slip within his mouth. He tilts his head upward, quite content with the slowness of the kiss though eager to satisfy Dirk's wants in order to have him feeling better again.

Not that he isn't enjoying this an appallingly large amount, of course. He hates seeing Dirk like this, but it lifts his own spirit to be the one here for him.]

[The sound that Bro lets out once he feels Murdoc's hand on his face is less of need and one of contentment. Honestly he's never been in a situation like this where anyone's comforted so much. He's never needed to be comforted like this so much- or rather, he's never had the chance. Maybe he has needed it before, and just never gotten it. But now that he's getting it, it just feels so good. It makes him feel like a child, but at the same time he doesn't care. It feels good and that's really all that matters to him. Because he can feel the ache in his chest numbing. Or healing? He isn't even sure. But it's definitely going away.

After a while, Bro becomes content with the slow pace. Where at first he was eager to have more, the comfort of it all is slowly making him less needy. It's actually making him realize how goddamn tired he is. But he doesn't stop kissing him. He just takes it slower, and that makes it all the more intense and better.

It's a few seconds later that he needs to break the kiss though, and when he does he's panting slightly. He shifts, pressing his head under Murdoc's neck and burying himself against Murdoc's chest. After a few seconds of silence, when he's finally caught his breath, he manages to speak.]

Thank you...

[It's more sincere this time, less awkward. A lot less choked. It's clear that he's starting to feel better.]

[Murdoc can't help but feel a little guilty over how good this feels right now. His heart is there for Dirk and he's terribly concerned for him, but it feels so right and so damn good to be taking the protective role. Particularly when it means he gets to kiss him like this. They've kissed a few times over the span of their relationship..was it a relationship? Their thing.

But he feels like this is the most intimate kiss they've ever shared. Something special and safe between them. It felt good to just kiss and have it be for something as important as healing emotional wounds. Not out of curiousity or because sex is around the corner. They're just kissing and it's nice. Which, of course, only raises more questions about what Dirk is to him. Dirk is just his. For now, anyway. And whenever he had him alone, he would be his.

He starts to protest as Dirk pulls away, but it falters in his throat and he stifles it with a content hum. He nuzzles his face into Dirk's hair and rubs his back idly, appreciating the silence so he can gather his thoughts.]

You don't need to thank me, love. [He rubs circles lightly on his cheek with his thumb.] After all you've done for me, you really don't.

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