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Who: Anyone
When: Day 84, Morning
Where: Wherever
What: Mingle!

[At some point during the early hours Eizon's Directory flickered for a several minutes before finally turning to nothing but static. I hope you remembered who gives soap, Thusia. Otherwise, the morning has started off uneventful.]

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[Yeah, nope.]

[. . . Not the reaction he was hoping for . . .]

Zexion?

[The fingers that reach out to touch Gokudera's cheek (light, hesitant, a Nobody touch that's barely even a brush) aren't shaking at all.]

It wasn't carved out. It was a natural cave expanded and modified to fit its purpose.

[Makes no move to avoid that, maybe even leaning in just a tiny bit]

It doesn't sound as cool when you say it that way . . .

That's why I never did, after the first time.

[His fingers linger, curl down to his jaw, thumb brushing his cheekbone.]

Gokudera?

. . . Yeah. You can call me that.

[There's a moment's pause more before that hand shifts to curl around the back of Gokudera's neck, pulling him forward into a rather desperate, unbelieving hug.]

I lost any right to do so quite some time ago.

Perhaps you now better understand why.

[Hugs him back hesitantly, not quite sure where that mystery wound is]

What are you talking about?

[Just . . . shakes his head.

The pyjamas aren't thick; it's easy enough to feel the bandages wrapped around Zexion's abdomen, thicker on his left side.]

Does Yamamoto know? He would no doubt be glad to hear of it.

[shifting his grip to stay light on the left side then]

He was the first one I told.

Good.

[Holds him a moment longer, a moment tighter, and pulls back.]

[watching him carefully as he does]

. . . Are you okay?

I thought we had been over this much already. I will be fine.

I'm glad you have been able to regain that much. Parts of those memories were precious to you.

That's not what I meant.

Parts of those memories are precious to me as well. The person in them was, and remains, someone who holds dominion over a great portion of my heart.

He has also been someone you had no desire nor wish to become. Someone I have wronged in a great many ways I had hardly even considered possible, back in those days when I warned you that Nobodies, and I myself in particular, were not to be trusted.

. . . I used to want to throw the pieces of mural we found into the forge, Zexion. What I used to want doesn't always mean something now.

That would not honestly have been a bad place for it.

[Reaches back up to cup the back of Gokudera's head, as if, having been allowed this much, he can't really stop.]

What do you want of me? Whatever is in my power to give you—name it.

We might not have gotten as far as we did . . .

[trails off, more than a little thrown off by the question]

I just—I . . . don't want to tell you what to do. I just wanted to tell you I remembered.

Yet there are a great many things you have told me to do. Some of which may contradict your current frame of mind.

There has already been more than enough misunderstandings between us. I do not wish to perpetuate more.

[BUT WHAT IF I DON'T KNOW WHAT TO SAY]

I want . . . I want to be okay with you again.

[Nods his acquiescence.]

That much was yours to have from the first moment I said your name here.

Whatever part I may yet play in that, consider it done.

Me too, right? It can't all be you.

No, it can't. But I think you have yet allowed me enough of a start.

I did?

[Okay yes, just . . . ruffling his hair, however briefly.]

Yes, you did.