Caleb's breathing has more or less evened out as his body calmed, but now he inhales sharply with surprise. The ache in his chest makes itself known in earnest as Yussa, exhausted and fond, asks exactly what Caleb had so badly wanted him to earlier--an offer he almost immediately regretted making. He's spent hours now trying to avoid a conversation about it. There is no way Yussa isn't aware of the significance. Those three words are wonderful and terrible to hear because he knows it isn't that simple.
He takes Yussa's curled fingers into his hand and squeezes, biting back every impulsive word he wants to say. He has already made that mistake tonight. Yussa is tired and dazed, and he doesn't mean it the way Caleb had wanted him to earlier. Even if he does, he won't in the morning.
Tonight, at least, he'll stay. That is an invitation he's accepted many times before, and will again.
"Ja," he agrees, trying to mask the rough, emotional edge in his voice with exhaustion. "Back to bed, then."
The first spell he casts is prestidigitation, cleaning them both of the worst of their mutual mess. The second is Teleport. They blink out of one room and appear in another, exactly on target in the middle of Yussa's bed. Impossible not to recall Yussa doing the teleporting, much more frantically, the first time Caleb ever laid eyes on this room.
Caleb grabs for the sheet, pulled down by him earlier, and covers Yussa's bare form with it before slipping away to pour a glass of water from the pitcher he knows he'll find on the table. Only once both he and Yussa drink one each does he lay down.
"Comfortable?" he asks, reaching for pillows, fussing to distract himself. He wants to be here, but he wants to be here so badly that it verges on uneasy.
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He takes Yussa's curled fingers into his hand and squeezes, biting back every impulsive word he wants to say. He has already made that mistake tonight. Yussa is tired and dazed, and he doesn't mean it the way Caleb had wanted him to earlier. Even if he does, he won't in the morning.
Tonight, at least, he'll stay. That is an invitation he's accepted many times before, and will again.
"Ja," he agrees, trying to mask the rough, emotional edge in his voice with exhaustion. "Back to bed, then."
The first spell he casts is prestidigitation, cleaning them both of the worst of their mutual mess. The second is Teleport. They blink out of one room and appear in another, exactly on target in the middle of Yussa's bed. Impossible not to recall Yussa doing the teleporting, much more frantically, the first time Caleb ever laid eyes on this room.
Caleb grabs for the sheet, pulled down by him earlier, and covers Yussa's bare form with it before slipping away to pour a glass of water from the pitcher he knows he'll find on the table. Only once both he and Yussa drink one each does he lay down.
"Comfortable?" he asks, reaching for pillows, fussing to distract himself. He wants to be here, but he wants to be here so badly that it verges on uneasy.