Chapter 101

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"Sleeping it off" can help a lot of things, but as the Slayer sat up in bed, rubbing at his bruised eyes, he decided it didn't fix Vega, oh lord... trying to cry when your throat feels like it's being shredded at the slightest noise was horrific. The Slayer managed through. He was just so happy his dear friend was still alive. He vowed silently to himself that he would do anything to save him.

A few moments later as he recovered from thinking of Vega he also decided "sleeping it off" didn't help full thickness burns or finding out your significant other had a child that they never knew about and a brother who they thought was dead who were now living with you. Well actually, he took out his phone which was conveniently placed on his night stand and looked at himself through the camera, taking the gauze off momentarily. His throat was red and raw, but it was covered in scabbed up flesh. He looked down at his belly and it was a similar story. Well, at least the burns were improving.

When they were talking about hell last night they two also gave him a retelling of events that led to him being burned to a crisp by Grim. They were factual with every detail and helped to catch him up to speed. They were scared. The Slayer could almost smell it on them. It reminded him a lot of Crüe, and not just because they were marauders. They were both hurt and scared and completely lost on what they should be doing. Their remaining ties to hell certainly set them apart though. Objectively speaking they would be fine to have room with them for a little bit as long as they kept no contact with hell.

Subjectively though? His heart ached at the new fact that Crüe had a child. A brother he didn't care about, in fact, he was happy for the demon. Yet this kid's existence made his head hurt. They had told the man all about how Crüe punched Devo and lost his shit. It made him feel scared about what Crüe was going through and he hadn't had a damn moment to actually speak with the demon.

Yesterday Crüe had been in meetings all about the next mission. The Seraphim was stabilized pretty well so at least the Slayer had time to heal.

Had the Slayer missed anything? Oh, the fucking cat. Crüe had Haru's body put in cold storage so he could be buried when they got to their destination on some little islands.

Not to mention his voice was still fucked he wasn't even attempting to speak. He looked over his shoulder and saw Crüe still sleeping. He elected to just nudge the demon with his hands until he opened his eyes.

Crüe sat up with a gasp and reached over, grabbing a glass of water off the nightstand and drinking it down. He looked back and scooted closer to the Slayer, helping the man to lean his head against his shoulder, "I know that was a lot yesterday. I have a few meetings today. Will you be ok here? I can cancel them like how you did."

As tempting as that was, he couldn't do that to the humans. He gave a thumbs up and held Crüe's hand with all his might. He coughed and shook his head, rubbing his aching throat.

Crüe kissed his injured face, "We'll sort everything out soon enough. I can get them situated so everyone is comfortable. Maybe their own apartment or something like that. I know space is tight but if anything could be considered extenuating circumstances this is it." The Slayer butted against him and he looked over, confused. "What?"

He thought for a moment, his pen hovered above a note pad before writing out, 'Son?' He watched as Crüe reacted.

The demon nodded and looked down, playing with his hands, "Are you asking how I feel about... having a son?" He watched the Slayer give him a thumbs up indicating yes and he gave him a sad look. "I mean I feel dumb that I didn't even think about the possibility of having a kid when I was a sentinel. I was young, hell probably his age. I left him and some poor lady. I feel like my dad. That's all I can think about recently is the fact that I feel just like him." He got up off the bed, and slowly began changing out of his pajamas. He didn't want the day to begin. He too would be quite content to sit with the Slayer all day long. "They told you everything that happened so you know why he doesn't really think I'm the dad of the year."

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