Recreyo Scenes

I Don't Think That They'd Understand | Curt & Ivan

I might write the backstory of this later, because I definitely have one in mind. For now, though, just enjoy this short drabble. I just wanted to write them interacting, anyway. I do enjoy writing these softer, mildly angsty shorts the most.

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"Who did this to you?"

Curt shook his head, and Ivan pursed his lips.

"Curt..."

"C'mon Ivan, leave it alone. I handle myself, y'know that."

"Yeah, but..."

Exhaling sharply, Ivan tightened the bandages around Curt's arm.

"...But?"

"You're always preaching about how we should be open to each other. It's... not fair that you get to withhold your own shit from us, even if you think you're doing fine on your own. Your problems are our's by extension. We're a team, dude."

"Not fair, huh?"

"Ugh— you should know what I mean by now."

The blood had stopped gushing at this point, and Ivan was relieved. His hands were getting tired, pressing onto the thick cut for so long. If there was at least one thing to be grateful about, though, was that Curt didn't squirm. Even with the bruises around, he never once winced.

"...."

"...."

"...Hey, Ivan?"

"Yes?"

"Thanks."

"...You're welcome... as usual. Whatever you're doing, just try not to make it hard on me again, okay?"

Curt picked up the ripped sleeve, the one that he had cut off himself when he came to see the ex-nurse for his wound treatment. He stared at the part where it had been slit, mirroring the real cut in his arm.

"Yeah. I'll...

I'll try."