Fragments of Love: A ZaintSee Collection

calm waters

Zee wasn't sure what they fought over. Or why he felt so angry. He has never felt angry at Saint. Ever. But the overwhelming rage had sunk into his gut, and before he could say things that he would regret, he had stormed out of the room and went straight to his ensuite.

Zee angrily stripped his clothes off, throwing them in the hamper before stalking into his shower. Turning the knobs and set the water ice cold. He let the freezing water drench him. He was shivering from the coldness but he knew he needed it to cool down from his anger. After a minute or two, he turned the knob again to warm. He leaned his hands against the wall and sighed heavily.

The water flowed down from his hair and trailed down his face. His mouth was half open, breathing through them as the water washed over him. He took deep breaths through his mouth trying to breathe that one calming pattern that P'Kla had taught them in their workshop.

Honestly, he doesn't think he was really angry perse. But more like disappointed. And maybe a little hurt. Saint had promised him that he would take care of himself and to tell him when he couldn't handle things alone. They were both headstrong and both loved to take care of each other. So maybe it was one of the reasons why Saint had forgotten to tell him of his back to back schedules and still went with him with their plans. He didn't know Saint was going to be missing important work because of him. Saint had said it was no big deal, that it wasn't his fault. But it was.

He was hurt because Saint doesn't see how much he cares for these kinds of things. That he doesn't want to be the reason behind any of Saint's downfall. Zee was also hurt that Saint thought it wasn't important enough to tell Zee. Or was he being dramatic? Was he being selfish? It was already Saint who sacrificed time for him and here he was being angry over it. Zee huffed. He was pathetic.

Zee's ears perked at the sound of the glass door opening. He glanced at the side to see Saint entering, looking apologetic. He looked back in front of him and closed his eyes, staying silent. A second later, arms came up from sides, hugging him from behind. Saint's hands came up and rested on his shoulders, pressing his chest to Zee's back. Saint rested his cheek on his shoulder blades.

"I'm sorry."

All the tension left Zee, and he slumped. Sighing, he raised one of his arms away from the wall and came up to his chest, and rested his hand against Saint's, holding it.

"I'm sorry too. For overreacting. It was selfish of me."

Saint squeezed him. "Don't say that, Phi. You are one of the people that is far from being selfish."

Zee shook his head, the water still flowing down his face and he squeezed his eyes shut.

Saint shook him lightly. "Don't. I knew how you felt about it, that's why I kept it from you."

"Saint-"

"Just," Saint kissed his shoulder. "Let's agree to disagree for now. Okay? I don't want us to fight again."

Zee wanted to say no, wanted to talk it out. But he also knew it would get them nowhere. But at least, he knew where they both stand. Where they both went wrong and apologized and that was enough. For now.

Zee sighed heavily and nodded. "Okay. I'm still sorry."

"I know you are." Saint murmured against his skin, before his hands slipped off to the side to reach over for the soap. His Nong stayed behind him, flushed against his back, and he just became hyperaware that they were both naked. He tried to not let it get to him. But then Saint started soaping his chest from behind.

Zee's head dropped to the side as Saint's hands glided across his chest in slow movements. Saint shuffled them over to the side, away from the spray of water so they breathe in water. Saint's finger kneaded at his pecs gently, and he felt his breath hitch.