[ Drake glances over Sharkface's shoulder to the clock on that nightstand -- it's actually getting kind of late. He hums, then leans in for another peck and forces himself to get up so they can change. ]
Better grab sleep stuff before we get too comfortable. You want sleeves?
[ Sharkface blinks, surprised. But then he remembers that Drake knew that other version of him. Knows those details. ]
Yeah. Thank you.
[ He prefers sleeping in long sleeves, when he's got the chance. He gets cold. And it occurs to Sharkface then that this will be the first time he's slept in an actual bed in many years. He's been given one in the room he shares back in the Down, but he sleeps on the floor. It feels safer that way. Smarter. And he wonders if he'll be able to manage it here.
[ There's a little rummaging, then Drake's coming back with clothes for them both. He usually sleeps in very little but for Sharkface's sake he'll put on a tank and pants. The outfit he tosses over has a long sleeved shirt, though, soft enough to sleep in.
He fully expects Sharkface to retreat to the bathroom to change, but doesn't bother for himself -- his dick was just in the other man's hand and he's still shirtless, he figures it's no big deal to switch pants in front of him. ]
[ Shark stands up slowly, accepting the clothes. They're clean. Soft. A comfort, he thinks. In prison he'd go around shirtless because at least his tattoos and his scars could serve as armor. It gave him distance. Here, he doesn't need to pull that trick.
He watches Drake for a moment, then strips off his shirt and begins changing. Why not? It's not like any of this is a surprise. He has trouble with touch, still, but bodies are bodies. ]
[ Oh. That's a surprise, honestly -- Drake isn't sure if it means Sharkface is comfortable with him by any measure, but hey. It's a nice view. He pulls on his own sleep pants and tugs the tank over his head, then pulls back the covers on the bed and climbs back in, still watching the other man. When he's done, Drake pats the spot next to him invitingly. ]
[ Sharkface hesitates for a moment, folding his street clothes up. ]
I'm going to take my eye out. Flush it.
[ And then maybe try to sleep. That'd be something, wouldn't it? If he could get some decent sleep next to another person. Or maybe just next to Drake, who feels -
[ He hesitates for another moment, then nods and ducks into the bathroom. It doesn't take long, in the end. He takes his eye out, flushes it, splashes some water on his face. Gives himself a long look in the mirror. Not for the first time, he wonders what he's doing. Where it's all headed. There's a part of him that wants it to remain strictly practical, a choice made to endure. That, he could take. That, he thinks, would be simple.
But it's not. Drake isn't.
Breathe.
Sharkface exhales and heads back out. He wavers for a moment and then lies back down next to Drake, gingerly. ]
[ Drake smiles gently when Sharkface comes back, but when he comments on not sleeping in beds a hint of sadness creeps into his expression. He's remembering Ephemera and his dozens of pillows crowding them, how much the other man loved indulging in softness after so long without it. And now they're back at the start of it all, and he's thinking of all the things Sharkface doesn't love yet. Pillows. Him. It's... rough, but he scoots back in slowly, telegraphing his movements, and tells himself it'll be okay one way or another. However this turns out. ]
It might take some getting used to, but I think you'll like it.
[ He drapes an arm over the other man, wanting to tell him so many things. But what he settles on, his voice soft and almost shy, is: ]
[ Sharkface shifts a little so he can meet Drake's gaze, can see what's in his expression. His eyes. Sometimes Sharkface doesn't have the words for things, or knows that he reads people wrong. That's hurt him before. He's made mistakes. Trusted too easily.
But there's honesty there. Sincerity. Whatever else happens, he believes that Drake means what he says.
Sharkface takes a slow breath, trying to settle. ]
I know.
[ It's said softly. He believes that, at least. He has someone to watch his back while he sleeps. ]
[ It's a relief how honest Sharkface sounds in return. Like he actually believes it. Drake tilts his head forward to bump their foreheads together, then snuggles down more comfortably. ]
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Better grab sleep stuff before we get too comfortable. You want sleeves?
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Yeah. Thank you.
[ He prefers sleeping in long sleeves, when he's got the chance. He gets cold. And it occurs to Sharkface then that this will be the first time he's slept in an actual bed in many years. He's been given one in the room he shares back in the Down, but he sleeps on the floor. It feels safer that way. Smarter. And he wonders if he'll be able to manage it here.
Maybe. He could try, couldn't he? ]
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[ There's a little rummaging, then Drake's coming back with clothes for them both. He usually sleeps in very little but for Sharkface's sake he'll put on a tank and pants. The outfit he tosses over has a long sleeved shirt, though, soft enough to sleep in.
He fully expects Sharkface to retreat to the bathroom to change, but doesn't bother for himself -- his dick was just in the other man's hand and he's still shirtless, he figures it's no big deal to switch pants in front of him. ]
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He watches Drake for a moment, then strips off his shirt and begins changing. Why not? It's not like any of this is a surprise. He has trouble with touch, still, but bodies are bodies. ]
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I'm going to take my eye out. Flush it.
[ And then maybe try to sleep. That'd be something, wouldn't it? If he could get some decent sleep next to another person. Or maybe just next to Drake, who feels -
Safe. ]
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Sure... is it any more comfortable than your old one?
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It just itches sometimes. I’ve got scar tissue there.
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Go ahead. I'll be here.
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But it's not. Drake isn't.
Breathe.
Sharkface exhales and heads back out. He wavers for a moment and then lies back down next to Drake, gingerly. ]
I don't usually sleep in beds.
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It might take some getting used to, but I think you'll like it.
[ He drapes an arm over the other man, wanting to tell him so many things. But what he settles on, his voice soft and almost shy, is: ]
You're safe with me.
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But there's honesty there. Sincerity. Whatever else happens, he believes that Drake means what he says.
Sharkface takes a slow breath, trying to settle. ]
I know.
[ It's said softly. He believes that, at least. He has someone to watch his back while he sleeps. ]
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Just shove me off if you get too warm, okay?
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Normal. ]
Okay.