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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 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.]

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[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.