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OOM - upstairs with Sinric

During Emcee's recovery in his room, he became a recluse. He couldn't find the motivation to go downstairs (too tired, too lazy, too sad, too unsure of himself), so he would ask George to see if any of his friends were around. To talk, and perhaps to let the talking lead to other things. Jay, Sinric...even Eric.

At least, he thought, he might be ready to take up his other old habits.

(He wasn't certain if he could feel Eric's presence. It might have just been wishful thinking. Or not.)

As it happens, Sinric is in the bar when George goes on this particular errand. He floats up to the long-haired blond and chirps out the sounds Emm See! at him, and moves backward toward the stairs as a gesture to follow.

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Sinric sleeps for a couple of hours, looking a little less pale when he wakes. He smoothes a hand through Emcee's hair.

Emcee sometimes dozes off lightly, but he doesn't stir too much or leave Sinric's side. So when Sinric wakes and runs his fingers through his hair, his eyelids flutter open easily.

He inhales deeply and stretches a little, before kissing his temple.

"How are you feeling, darling?"

"Better." He nods, "Less shaken. How are you?" He rests a hand on Emcee's side, stroking down his ribs like a cat as he stretches.

"Better as well," he murmurs, also with a nod. But his brow furrows slightly, and he touches Sinric's cheek.

"I'm so sorry."

Sinric shakes his head and kisses Emcee's cheek lightly. "I should have known I couldn't control it yet. It's not your fault."

"Even so. In times of such uncertainty, the thing we want most is clarity. A set path laid down in front of us. Someone to show you what to do, how to do it. I was lost, and desperate to see. But darling, know that I will take what you have told me and use it. You will not have done this for nothing."

"It was never for nothing, my brother. It was for you." He promises, fingers curling lightly in Emcee's hair. "I'm glad I was able to find light for you."

"Thank you," he breathes on a sigh before kissing his lips.

"You will keep this a secret, won't you?"

Sinric frowns. "Who would I tell?" He seems genuinely confused by the question.

Emcee frowns at himself and shakes his head, self-deprecatingly.

"I-- I don't know. I've just been rather-- paranoid around the bar. I don't feel as safe here as I once used to. It's probably all in my head, but the way I've been living at home, hiding, keeping my mouth shut, looking over my shoulder-- it's not been easy to shake that."

Sinric frowns and pulls Emcee into his arms. He kisses Emcee's neck, his voice soft with honesty. "You are safe with me. I will not speak to any other of what I saw. Your future is your and yours alone."

Emcee swallows hard.

"Thank you," he whispers, his voice cracking. "You may have helped save my life and my friends' lives. I owe you so much."

Sinric holds him close. He wants to argue that it's Milliways that saved them but he knows Emcee doesn't want to hear that. "You owe me nothing, my brother."

With the knowledge that he and his friends do survive, his tenuous grasp on hope grows firmer. And his will to live becomes stronger.

Emcee embraces Sinric tightly, warmly. A few stray tears get lost in his hair.

George, who has stayed by Emcee through all his moods, settles down near his head with a plaintive little cooing sound.

"Come here, my little friend." Sinric opens his arms to George, making room for him to snuggle with them.

Sinric strokes Emcee's back, singing softly to Emcee.

Emcee sniffs and rubs his eyes. He listens quietly to Sinric's song, letting his voice wash over him.

George keeps them warm like a little space heater, giving off soothing vibrations as he purrs.

Sinric's song is open and welcoming, giving Emcee permission to cry, to feel, to be himself in this safe place.

Emcee closes his eyes and lets his tears fall silently. His breath occasionally hitches, but he doesn't break into sobs. Just a stream of tears, soaking the pillow, as if his body is simply overflowing with feelings that were too much to handle.

Sinric weeps too, letting the tears cleanse them both of the sorrows and doubts.

George croons softly along with Sinric, feeling the power of the song, even if he doesn't know what it means.

After a while, Emcee slowly opens his eyes, eyelashes wet with tears. He reaches over to touch Sinric's cheek, gently wiping dampness away with the backs of his fingers.

Sinric offers him a soft, sad smile and kisses Emcee's fingers.

Emcee mirrors the smile, his fingertips brushing over the corner of Sinric's lips.

"Darling," he murmurs, "would you mind terribly if I stayed one more night? I had such a wonderful time here. If you have things to do or people to see, I won't get in the way. But I feel-- good here. With you."

Sinric moves to hug Emcee close. "Stay. Please? Stay as long as you wish. I have no great desire to go down today. I'd be glad to spent the day with you." He brushes his fingers through Emcee's hair. "I might practice my music awhile, if you don't mind."

Emcee is grateful for the embrace and he smiles into Sinric's hair, taking a deep breath.

"Thank you," he says softly, before giving him a warm kiss on the lips.

"And please, yes, practice your music! Play what moves you. George and I will gladly listen."

Sinric kisses Emcee softly and gets up to sit at the harpsichord to play.

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