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⭐ tell me everything will be okay

Traducido por: -sanbenito, muchas gracias preciosa 🫶

Hay días donde Oscar simplemente… se va. Él está ahí, pero no está conscientemente aquí. Él llama a eso “disociación”, Checo ha hecho algunas búsquedas acerca de eso para ver  que él puede hacer para ayudar a su novio durante esos episodios, y por lo general todo ha ido muy bien.

Él está triste por alguna razón, no le ha dicho a Checo por qué, pero lo hará cuando esté listo, por ahora, el mexicano decidió darle su espacio para procesar sus propias emociones. Sin embargo, eso no significa que no pueda cuidar de su novio.

Entonces Checo le dio un baño, lento, con agua caliente. Él lavó su cabello delicadamente, lo mismo con su cuerpo. No hay nada sexual sobre esto, nada inapropiado cruza por su mente mientras baña a Oscar, ni cuando él lo viste con la ropa más confortable que el australiano tiene. Lo sentó en el sofá con sus cojines y sus mantas favoritas, puso su película favorita y se fue a la cocina rápido para hacer una de las comidas favoritas de Oscar. Mientras Checo le daba de comer, Oscar parpadeaba de esa forma tan particular que hacía cuando se esforzaba mucho por volver.

— No te esfuerces, amor, estás bien. Te tengo, solo toma tu tiempo. — él le dijo, y Oscar inmediatamente relajó su cara y se fue otra vez.

No terminó su plato, pero eso estaba bien, Checo podría calentarlo más tarde si aún lo quería.

Era tarde, estaba cansado, sus ojos pesaban pero quería estar ahí para Oscar incluso si él no lo estaba. Puede hacer esto. Ser la roca firme que siempre está ahí cuando vuelva, y espera que pase lo que pase, no importa qué, él siempre tendrá alguien para esperar por él, cuidar de él, y amarlo. 

Checo casi se había quedado dormido en el sofá cuando sintió que los brazos de Óscar lo envolvían y que su cuerpo se estremecía entre sollozos. No podía ver su cara desde donde Oscar la había escondido en la curva de su cuello, podía sentir sus lágrimas y sus pestañas y sus respiraciones rápidas haciéndole cosquillas, pero eso estaba bien, porque Oscar había vuelto.

Algo está mal, pero él está de vuelta. ¿Qué está mal?  Checo no lo sabe.

Pero está bien.

Porque no necesita saber, él solo necesita estar ahí. Para cuidar de Oscar y amar a Oscar. Para sostenerlo y decirle que todo va a estar bien, y frotarle la espalda hasta que dejara de temblar.

Aunque saliera el sol, estaba bien.

Porque Oscar está de vuelta y Checo está con él.

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Escrito original:

There were days when Oscar was just... gone. Like he was there, but he wasn't consciously there. He had called it "dissociation", Checo did make some research about it to see what he could do to help his boyfriend during those episodes, and usually it all went very smoothly.

But today was a rough day. Even in the morning, Oscar was expressing that something felt off, and right before midnight he said "Today didn't feel real". And now, he was gone. His blank stare somewhere on the wall, but he still had the subtlest hint of sorrow on his face.

He was sad for a reason, he hadn't tell Checo why, but he would when he was ready, for now, the mexican decided to just give him his space to process his own emotions. However, that didn't mean he couldn't take care of his boyfriend.

So Checo gave him a bath, a slow, warm bath. He washed his hair delicately, same with his body. There was nothing sexual about it, not one inappropriate thought crossed his mind while we has bathin Oscar, nor when we has dressing him with the most comfortable clothes the australian owned. He sat him down on the couch with his favorite cushions and blankets, set up his favorite movie and left to the kitchen to quickly make one of Oscar's favorite foods. While Checo was feeding him, Oscar would blink in that particular way he did when he was trying really hard to come back.

"Don't force it, love, you're okay, I got you, just take your time." he told him, and almost immediately Oscar relaxed his face and was gone again.

He didn't finish his plate, but that was okay, Checo could heat it up later if he still wanted it.

It was late, he was tired, his eyes were heavy but he wanted to be there for Oscar, to be present even when he himself wasn't. He could do that. Be the steady rock that was always there when he came back, and hope that he realizes that no matter what, he'll always have someone to wait for him, care for him, and love him.

Checo had almost fallen asleep on the couch when he felt Oscar's arms wrap around him, and his body shake between sobs. He couldn't see his face from where Oscar had hidden it in the crook of his neck, he could feel his tears and his eyelashes and his quick breaths tickiong, but that was okay, because Oscar was back.

Something was wrong, but he was back. What was wrong? Checo didn't know.

But that was okay.

Because he didn't need to know, he just needed to be there. To care for Oscar and love Oscar. To hold him and tell him that everything was going to be okay, and rub his back until he stopped shaking.

Even if the sun was coming up, that was okay.

Because Oscar was back and Checo was with him.