can u feel the love tonight

[fraternal]

[ WHO ]: Garry and Once-ler
[ WHERE ]: Garry's room.
[ WHEN ]: Before the Carnivale, after Once-ler's been attacked.
[ OPEN/CLOSED? ]: Closed.
[ RATING ]: TBA - max PG probably.
[ WARNINGS ]: n/a

He was sick of horrible things - sick of his friends getting hurt. It had been a long, long time since he'd spoken to Once-ler, and the first thing to bring them back together was him being attacked by something in the halls. It had been a few hours since Mika and he had dealt with it (most of the work had been hers, truthfully), and he'd invited Once-ler to his room so he wouldn't have to be alone.

Kimbra is curled up beside him on the couch, recognizing him as a friend of Garry's - she was doing her part to try and keep him happy.

"Is there anything you need? Food? Snacks?"

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[fraternal]

"I don't know how she is with other people yet, so its good to see she likes someone I trust." When he hears the giggle he tenses - but he's used to it by now, while Once-ler isn't.

He'll reach out to brush a warm hand against his own, trying to be comforting.

"It's okay, Once-ler. Drink your tea?"

[triggeringbiggering]

He lets out a long breath and takes a sip of the tea. His nerves are really bad, and he appreciates Garry's hand over his. A little squeeze is given back, and then he sets the cup down to pat Kimbra again.

"I'm really a wreck right now. Sorry."

[fraternal]

"It's fine, Once'- you're fine."

He's just been through this a bit longer than he has - he's used to paintings of women laughing at him, pawing at him...

He'll re-adjust himself once Once-ler places his cup down, wrapping an arm around his shoulder, before gently brushing his rose against his nose with a small smile.

"We're here for you."

[triggeringbiggering]

Startled at the rose, he leans back at bit. The fragrance is strong, heady even - like most roses are. There's something exceptionally vital about it - if he hadn't been so surprised, he wouldn't have minded it against his face. He rubs his nose, then gives Garry a lopsided, scarred smile.

"I wanted to talk to you about the rose, actually..."

[fraternal]

"Yeah?"

He explained it to him, hadn't he? He can't really remember, to be honest...

"I... didn't forget to tell you about it, did I?"

[triggeringbiggering]

"Nah, nah, you did." He silks Kimbra's ears through his fingers again, his scanning Garry's coat. He still needs to get used to him as more than just his friend right now - the knowledge makes his stomach do a little warm flip.

Anyway.

"Why don't you keep it in a little water vial in your button hole? That way there'll always be a bit of water nearby..."

[fraternal]

"Ah... the water has to be fresh." He closes his eyes, leaning back and resting his head against the couch. He remembers vases of warm water... making him feel woozy and gross, petals falling...

He gently clutches his chest as he talks, gazing at the ceiling.

"If its warm or dirty, it hurts."

[triggeringbiggering]

"... Ah." Well, it was worth a shot, right? He goes back to silking Kimbra's ears through his fingers, leaning a little more against Garry.

"Well, I tried."

[fraternal]

"It was a good idea. This place just doesn't agree."

He'll lean against Once-ler as well, for a moment, a little brush to show he appreciates it.

[triggeringbiggering]

He yawns all of a sudden. It's a huge, exhausted yawn, and he presses his face to Garry's shoulder.

"Sorry."