a little less dandy, a little more take this spike to my heart

ix

"Ow, motherfucker." Awsten complains as he collapses on their couch face down. Thank god he's finally here, he hasn't been home for days and the furniture at Clandestine wasn't exactly the comfiest. It was nighttime now, the nurses had to run a ton of tests on him and make sure there wasn't any internal bleeding, silver infecting him, and other stuff that could kill him. Luckily, he made it out relatively fine, minus the fucking scars on his chest.

"You okay, Aws?" Geoff asks, his nurturing instincts already kicking in.

"M'fine." he replies, voice muffled by the couch cushions.

Geoff sits on the cushion where Awsten's feet are stretched out and does that one-handed shoulder massage thing that calms him down every time and he just melts into it as always.

"You shouldn't be sleeping on the couch for a while, you always fall off it." Geoff says softly. A pair of keys clatter somewhere in the kitchen and another set of weight is added on the cushion. Otto and Geoff murmur to each other for a minute before they share a short kiss and one of them walks off.

Awsten's maybe one second from falling asleep before Geoff's voice chimes in, reeling his hand back from his shoulder.

"Sorry for being a little cold to you at the Church. You were being hard to deal with, but you're still new to all this and it's just natural and I'm sorry." Geoff apologizes.

Awsten flips his body around so that he's facing Geoff, who's staring intently at the ground. He frowns. Geoff really does feel bad, especially since he's so sensitive. "It's fine. I was being a little bitch and I wouldn't really wanna work with myself like that. I guess I was just stressed from everything."

Geoff nods slowly and thinks for a while before he turns to look Awsten in the eye, his eyes wider than usual and his mouth hanging slightly ajar.

"Awsten, you—you love us, right?"

It takes him aback a little, but he answers quickly. "Of course."

He can hear the sound of a word beginning to form from Geoff, but it's muted until he blurts it out.

"How?"

Awsten freezes. He doesn't know what he specifically means by that, but at the same time he does and he doesn't have an answer for him.

"That was a bad question, sorry. You're still recovering, you're tired, I know. Just—" Geoff drags his palm down his mouth like it can erase what he said. "you're welcome to sleep in me and Otto's bed if you want. I know you always whine that it's better than yours, so here's your pass for tonight."

Sleeping in a bed with both of the men he's pretty much in love with? Why not?

"Thanks." Awsten says as a coy smile winds up on his face.

Later that night, Awsten sleeps with Geoff and Otto flanked on each side of the bed and feels Geoff kiss him on the forehead when he thinks Awsten's asleep and Otto's stomach, which his head conveniently uses as a pillow.

Awsten doesn't dream that night.