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He listens silently, patiently, and tries to keep his calm as Blade tells his story. The former High Elder is reminded of the borisin by the description of the creatures, and he gives a solemn nod when his friend confirms it. It's when Blade describes how he remembered how Yingxing died, his final thoughts, that breaks him for a moment.
Love, huh....]
... Out here, we simply thought you all were out of town or had gotten busy and were unavailable. I even distinctly recall talking to you before your disappearance about taking care of things while you were gone, but... it wasn't until before you texted me that I realized that it was a fabrication. None of that actually happened.
[It's highly disconcerting and it only makes his inner dragon rage even more at this particular, vile Realm, but he keeps it in check for now. Later, Dan Heng is going to need to find an outlet for these emotions and instincts. Right now, though.... He lets go of Blade's hand and opens his arms. A very faint dusting of pink might be seen on his cheeks.]
Come here. You can listen to my heartbeat.
[He's not getting into bed with Blade tonight. That feels too close to taking advantage of the other man's current emotional state. However... he thinks it might be okay if they're out here on the couch, just holding each other. Maybe his presence can chase away the nightmares for tonight.]
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You... didn't even know what was happening...
[They fabricated memories. These bastards really just... took them away from their loved ones, and then made it all up. Blade feels something so cold it's red-hot cut slip through his bloodstream, but then he remembers Dan Heng's hands around his own and it reminds him that he's not alone.
... He mourns the loss of that contact inwardly, even as he tries to understand what's being offered to him. A... hug? No, it's—
Oh. Oh.
Blade's cheeks pinken, too, and his ears lower. He can't deny he wants the contact. He doesn't want to be alone, most of all. And even if he were to deny it, his tail is going full speed on the seat cushion behind him.]
If you're sure.
[He moves slowly, carefully, until he can lean in and put his arms around Dan Heng's middle. He rests his head against his shoulder. As promised, he can hear that heartbeat—steady and strong, unyielding, the passionate heart of a dragon. It's warm here, and most of all... it's familiar.
He closes his eyes. He catches glimpses of red maples in the darkness, and ignores them.]
... missed you, [comes the quiet confession.]
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At least he's helping, though. Blade's tail has been a fantastic indicator of that. When the other man asks for confirmation, Dan Heng simply nods and opens his arms.
The embrace is familiar, somehow. Perhaps he's held Blade or Yingxing like this before. Not that it matters, really. Dan Heng puts an arm around the other man. With his free hand, he starts running his fingers through long, dark hair. Occasionally, he gently rubs Blade's fluffy ears.
His admission of missing the former High Elder is like a small knife in his heart, but he endures.]
... I missed you, too.
[And he has. Even though those memories aren't real, the longing is.]
I'll still be here in the morning, Blade. I promise.
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I believe you.
... I trust you.
[Just laying here would have been fine, but he relaxes bit by bit, every breath slower and deeper, until he's stretched out along the couch (still clinging, naturally). Every stroke bids him to come undone. Eventually the wagging of his tail slows, and he finally falls asleep.
They can deal with their troubles after the sun rises.]
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He sighs softly and closes his eyes as well. Now that the danger has past and the man he has so many tangled feelings for is safe, Dan Heng lets himself relax. Blade, solid and warm in his arms, does a lot to help him welcome the oblivion of sleep quickly, and none of his nightmares bother him, either.
Instead, he can dream of a night that he shares with a man of middle age, silently enjoying each other's company as they drink and gaze at the full moon.]