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[pyrighteous]

[ Instead of a welcome message, there's just muffled noises as Hunter tries and fails to get his comm to do what he wants it to do. ]

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[apuckalypse]

[Once more some of that building tension eases in Casey, and he shifts closer, tucked against Hunter's side.]

I'd... like that, yeah. I want to stay. [He exhales a shaky sigh.] You really are the best...

[pyrighteous]

[ Hunter rests his head down against the top of Casey’s and smiles. ]

I gotta be the best! You deserve it.

[apuckalypse]

[Casey hums, very comfortable. There's that word again… he won't protest it this time though. It feels kind of nice to deserve this.]

I must've done something really good to deserve you, then.

[pyrighteous]

Should I get out the list again?

[apuckalypse]

[Casey chuckles.]

No, no! Well, maybe tomorrow. I'm gonna memorize everything on that list, and do them more than ever.

[Determined to be extra deserving.]

[pyrighteous]

[ He laughs a little. ]

I mean, if you want to. But tomorrow, okay?

[apuckalypse]

For sure tomorrow. After I visit Mom. [A beat, and then,] Um, and maybe I'll visit Mr. Clay, after.

[This feels like an appropriate use of an extra therapy session. Plus he is right next door.]

[pyrighteous]

[ Hunter perks a bit at taht in recognition. ]

The - uh - the talking guy?

[apuckalypse]

The counsellor, yeah. He's... weirdly easy to talk to.

[not that Casey's historically had a hard time opening up to people, but with the sort of things he's dealt with in his life, every little bit helps.]

[pyrighteous]

Huh. I mean - I'm glad? I still don't entirely understand it ...

[ Hunter supports his boyfriend in therapy!! Whatever that actually is!

Anyway. ]

I don't think he likes me.

[apuckalypse]

[Casey's brows lift.]

Why do you think that?

[He can't even recall if they've ever met.]

[pyrighteous]

[ They absolutely have not. ]

He - um - I think he makes a face when he sees me? Maybe that's just his face...

[apuckalypse]

I've... never noticed.

[Mr. Clay sure does have a face, and makes faces with it.]

He's usually nice and calm. Maybe it's your imagination? You should try talking to him.

[pyrighteous]

...

M-maybe when you go visit him next time...?

[apuckalypse]

[Casey considers the logistics briefly, then nods.]

Why not today? After I'm done, I can introduce you two, and you guys can talk.

[pyrighteous]

[ A nervous little nod. ]

Right. Um. When I come to pick you up then?

[apuckalypse]

Yeah!

[Casey's trying not to appear too outwardly enthusiastic about it. Hunter could... probably benefit from counselling, also. But only if he and Mr. Clay don't secretly hate each other or something. He does keep on smiling, though, hoping to reassure. The guy is so nice, and Hunter is amazing. He can't imagine them not getting along.]

And if he's a jerk to you for some reason, Mom's right next door and would totally yell at him.

[pyrighteous]

[ Yeah uh. Hunter is significantly less thrilled? But Casey seems excited so ... he makes himself smile a little. ]

Okay, okay. as long as I've got you and Mom backing me up.

[apuckalypse]

[Mostly excited by the prospect of Hunter getting more help, because he deserves to feel better about, well, everything. But he knows it takes time. He's still only a few months into it, himself.

It's enough to get him settling back down, self-indulgently resting his head on Hunter's chest. Boyfriend pillow, heck yeah.]

We've always got your back. Tomorrow- it's a promise. [He yawns. God he is tired, though...]

[pyrighteous]

Tomorrow. Yeah.

[ Hunter leans back, then, drawing Casey with him. Sleep now, therapy later. ]

[apuckalypse]

[Thanks, Hunter. Truly the best BF ever. Casey settles and it only takes like 6 seconds for him to pass the heck out, comfortable and safe.

Contrary to his fears, although he has moments of shifting and unease, he doesn't have a single bad dream all night.]