[DISCONTINUED] ❝Ante Mortem❞ 【Sally Face】

【xxxii ; late night talks】

【Author's Note : ngl this whole chapter will be fLUFF, bit of fanservice, good ol' sal/reader action for real lmao】

You and Sal didn't know what to do after he treated your wounds, but somehow you found the both of you in the darkness of his room, with you lying on his bed and him sitting beside it. You had been humming a tune since earlier, and you can see Sal nod his head to the beat of whatever you were humming.

The silence is oddly comforting for the both of you, it would be better if it can lull the both of you to sleep. That is not the case, however, as both of your minds are too awake, too full of thoughts, too loud to think of even sleeping or anything at all.

You hum another tune, your hand dangling off the edge of the bed. Sal shifts in place, changing to a different sitting position.

You look at the clock, which was conveniently illuminated by the moon. You frown.

It's midnight.

"Are you sleepy?" He asks, his voice low and soft. You tilt your head, getting a glimpse of him looking back at you. Seeing you shake your head, he sighs, "Me too."

"Tonight was.." You bite your lip, not knowing how to explain. The recent events recall themselves in your mind, nearly sending you in a daze. You try your best  to describe it anyway, ".. eventful?"

"Just say it's fucked up and we can agree on it." He says, breathing out. You notice how heavy he seems to be breathing, your dangling hand reaching out for him.

Only to feel his hand in yours.

Your heart flutters, though you only squeeze his hand as an act of comfort. You listen for his breathing, smiling upon he's fine once again. You don't let go, however, as somehow you're comforting yourself too. The contact felt nice and, well, comforting.

"I'm sorry." He mumbles, burying his face into his knees. You hear something fall on the floor, and you guess that he's taken off his prosthetic judging by the sound itself.

"You don't need to apologise," You tell him, rolling over so that you'd be face down on the bed. You rest your chin on the bed, so that you can see Sal. He's hunched over, one arm hugging his knees. He looks like a scared little child. Frowning, you intertwine your fingers, letting your interlocked hands dangle off the edge of the bed, "I was scared too, you know."

"That's not it." He says, his voice going even softer. You squeeze his hand, encouraging him.

"I'm listening." You whisper, crawling even closer so that you're resting your chin on his shoulder. Humming a tune, you only hoped that it calms him down. "What is it, Sal? You can tell me."

He breathes out, saying, "I was scared.. to.."

You furrow your eyebrows, unable to hear the rest of the sentence. You lean forwards.

"Say it again?"

"I was scared to lose you."

You blink. Once. Twice. Multiple times.

"What?" You ask, confused. Sal turns his head to the right, just enough so he could see you.

"What I just said." He tells you, his voice soft and hushed. With the space between you, you can hear every breath he takes.

You suddenly realise how close the two of you are to each other.

"When you were backing away from-" He internally winces at what he's about to say, "- Mina, I checked behind you and there was a steep fall. Honestly, if it weren't for her, you'd probably had fallen down.. and you'd be in a worse state than you are. Fuck- I'm really grateful that you only got a few cuts. If you did.."