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"I know, but... it's not my place to tell. What I can say that it is by far one of the worst things Drake could have said, and he knew precisely what he was doing." There, there. It's all right. He continues stroking Magpie's hair.

His Shadow looks at the two, but remains snuggled up to Ren for now. "It is rather unfair how your hurt goes unseen..."

He doesn't pull away from Crow's touch. "He didn't hurt me."

It's by far one of the least convincing things he's ever said.

Unfair his hurt goes unseen, huh...wonder how THAT could be. Ren sends up a silent prayer of thanks that his universe's Akechi Goro did not end up like this -- Magpie's Akira/Ren has some work ahead of him. This Akira/Ren is happy to keep snuggling for now, though.

Edited 2024-07-15 06:58 (UTC)

"Yes, you can say that it impacted Frog just as well, but I know it still hurt you. It hurt me to find out he'd gone so far, but we can only move forward." At least Magpie isn't pulling away. That's good. Crow continues on. "But Shadows don't lie. That his Shadow mentioned turning back the clock at all suggests that there is something more than mutual disdain, and the Palace may hold further truths in that respect... So what will you do?"

"It's still your choice," his Shadow says. "Only you can determine your feelings, as well as how to proceed."

Magpie sits there, tense in their embrace, for another long moment. Then he mutters something. "I talked to him once. When I was on my bike."

In other words, when he had his leathers and helmet on, and was unrecognisable.

Ren just has to let him talk. There's nothing he can add. (He's not a good enough Ren to understand an Akechi who doesn't throw himself into his arms, apparently.)

"What happened during that encounter?" Crow keeps stroking Magpie's hair, holding him close. Anything to make clear that he really, truly is sorry.

"He was spraypainting the police station. I think you know about that. Falcon ended up taking his paints, the way I heard it."

Magpie snorts half-heartedly against Crow's shoulder. "He can't paint for shit. I was better than that when I was eight."

"You'll have to show us sometime." Ren idly follows Crow's lead, stroking Magpie's hair and squeezing his hand gently. "The Diet could use some redecorating."

"We keep putting off our fun with the Diet to a point where Rose ended up carrying the torch in some respects..." Crow's voice is soft, hopefully soothing. "But how did it go?"

It's clear that Magpie is going somewhere with this.

"Seriously? You're interested in my preteen rebellion?" He turns a little, not enough to face Ren. That had been such a strange encounter.

"I suppose... I suppose I was mixed up. It was somewhere we went together when I was younger. Robbed the place. And he looked...."

Like her. Like his mother. Pale, haunted, fading.

"He did. I... saw him around that time as well." Crow takes a deep breath, holding it for a few seconds before letting it free. "But Magpie... I don't think this is entirely your fault, no matter how I came across before. I was the one who started all of this. If I hadn't burdened you with my pain after that conversation with Drake, you wouldn't have felt the need to act on my behalf. I dragged you into this, and you've suffered because of it."

Joker is...he's tired, he's decided. Tired of the self-blame, tired of the...well. Self-blame sums up all of it, really.

He takes the hand that is not holding Magpie's and sticks it horizontally across Crow's mouth. "Shut," he says, lowly, tiredly but with force and understanding. Firm, but kind. "Everything sucked for everyone and nobody's perfect. I was an asshole too. No blaming yourself unfairly. We think about it in the morning. None of us have clear minds."

Really? Magpie turns a little more, like a Twister champion, to see Ren. "That's remarkably clear-minded of you."

Tee hee.

"Thank you," Ren deadpans, picking up Magpie's hand and covering Magpie's mouth with it in the same fashion. "Your input has been recorded."

For a moment, it looks like he might struggle. Then he lowers his own hand with a sigh. "Hiro," he says quietly—because he's so tired. "How about that tea you mentioned?"

See, he was listening.

"You're so thoughtful, Ren." Mwah. Have a little peck on the cheek from Boyfriend Number Two. "I believe we've all had a difficult day, and due to the lingering distress and frustrations, it simply caused unfortunate hardship and hurt."

He glances at Crow. "You acknowledged your missteps and have made it clear to Magpie that you value him for who he is and don't expect him to change." His attention shifts to Magpie. "And you communicated your frustrations. In the future, we can try to work on them and try to minimize future misunderstandings."

And now, since Magpie asked: "I'd be happy to make tea for all of us, so we can try to settle in. Just let me know what you'd like."

One more peck for Ren before Crow's Shadow rises to his feet.

Edited 2024-07-15 21:52 (UTC)

Just to spite him, Ren forces the kiss with Hiro to get pretty deep before he lets him part for air and tea.

He only has two hands...a miscalculation with three Akechis in the room.

With difficulty, Magpie refrains from commenting on the kiss, turning back to Crow to let them get on with it, giving his tea order instead. "Koucha's fine. Thank you."

He's not clinging to Crow like a burr. He's just sitting. Leaning and sitting.

"Koucha it is!" Crow's Shadow says in an almost singsong voice, and then he trots off to the kitchen to get to work.

As he does that, Crow gently lifts Ren's hand away from his mouth. "In all seriousness, let me know if there's anything else I can do to make up for earlier. Otherwise... I suppose we should just brace ourselves and hope for the best."

"And we sleep." Ren grumpily drops his hands and goes back to petting Magpie.

Magpie, for his part, has returned to staring past the TV, much as when they sat down. He's gone through outrage, to anger, to—what?—and now there's nothing left.

He doesn't stop Ren petting him.

The kettle's on, and Crow's Shadow has the teabags and teacups at the ready. He casts occasional glances back at the couch, but lets them have their space.

Crow, like Ren, continues (hopefully) soothing Magpie with little touches.

"And if there's anything else you need to get off your chest, that's fine too. I've, heh... been scolded quite a bit today as it is."

"No." What would be the point, after all? "I think we've said quite enough for one evening."

His hand creeps sideways, though, seeking Crow's.

"I agree." Ren closes his eyes and leans on Magpie.

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