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Mick Rory ([personal profile] bringstheheat) wrote2016-12-16 10:52 am

Coming Home


They were home. The ride back to the prison had been a quiet one, with Mick drifting in and out of a doze while his partner took the wheel. Every so often a bump would jostle Mick awake, prompting a disoriented look around before remembering. He was himself again. Legs and all.

In the privacy of their own place, touch comes easier. Len helps him back to his cell and Mick leans into it, takes the help without having to put on any airs that he can handle being ripped apart and remade yet again. But there's a relief at being able to move only two feet and have a far easier time with his overall center of gravity that somehow made it all worthwhile.

He needs a hot shower and sleep. What he wants, on the other hand, is something more intimate. He wants to reach out, to touch and to see if his partner intended to make good on the promise behind that kiss they'd shared weeks ago.

As Mick levers himself down onto his bed, he catches Len's wrist before he can leave or find something else that he has to attend to.

"Stay."
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[personal profile] icejacking 2016-12-17 08:33 am (UTC)(link)
Len helps his weary partner to his cell with every intention of leaving him so he can rest for a bit. But as he turns away he feels a calloused hand wrap around his wrist. For as strong as Mick can be, his grip feels small somehow. He glances to him as he begs him to stay. It's just the pair of them at the prison and for the longest time they'd sort of dodged around anything resembling feelings. Micks been through a lot. He's survived a lot more. But even being put through the induction wasn't nearly as horrible as being ripped apart and turned into a monster, only to be ripped apart again to be fixed back to himself.

So Len stays. He sits on the cot next to his partner to be a source of comfort, though he doesn't have much of a clue how. He glances to those normally strong hands, or the way they tremble a little and he slips his slender fingers into them. He weaves them together to give him an anchor. It's a simple and small gesture but between them, it means a lot. It's a rare thing they wouldn't show anyone.