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[The video turns on to bright, light grey, clouds; the only barrier between the sun and the beach. Raindrops fall onto the camera, but they're wiped off by the owner of the SFC, one vampire who's currently standing dressed only in an open button-down and loose, low-hanging jeans that are rolled up to above his knees, calf-deep in the ocean as the rain falls steadily from the sky.

Apparently, he likes to live on the edge with those clouds.]

“Heaven knows we need never be ashamed of our tears, for they are rain upon the blinding dust of earth, overlying our hard hearts.” Charles Dickens, Great Expectations.

Back home, I've heard it said that God is in the rain just as He is in the sun's rays...

[So, then, why is it only the sun that burns?]

Rain is grace; rain is the sky condescending to the earth; without rain, there would be no life...and yet, people hide away from the rain and seek shelter inside and curse nature for ruining their bright and sunny day. Why?

[Finally he turns a small, vaguely sad, smirk to the camera.]

What about all of you? What are your qualms with the rain? Does it have any sort of significance for you personally or back home? Or is it just the thing that hides the sun from your face~?

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No, I won't. I can't.

[And it surprised him to realize he meant that more than Sola probably realized. He couldn't let Sola go...the Hylian had broken through Johnny's defences and the vampire didn't want to know what it would be like if that space was suddenly empty.

Though...if Sola really wanted to get away from Johnny, the vampire wouldn't stop him. But he couldn't let him go like this, he needed to explain first. Or..try to.]

It's not possible because you're not him and you couldn't replace him if you tried no more than anyone else could replace you if I lost you.

[He sighs, eyes glued to the wall as he tried to sort out thoughts and feelings.]

You're right...he did say that he loved me..and he did say he was waiting for me...but...He'll move on. He has to. I'm not waiting for him.

He went home and I've already told you I have no interest in leaving here.

Y-you're not?

[He barely dares to hope, glancing back at Johnny as he pulls his hat back up from over his eyes, leaving his hair disheveled.]

...but... what if he comes back?

[There's a look of sadness that he doesn't bother to hide. If he was going to be honest, he'd be honest about all the aspects; of course this hurt.]

It wouldn't matter. For better or worse...we don't work here.

When he was here...things weren't the same; it wasn't good for either of us. If he showed back up, that wouldn't change.

[It hurt to think about, to think things had gotten so close with Chris and then to watch them fall apart in the only place Johnny had actually been happy..

His hold tightened ever so slightly as if he was afraid Sola would disappear from his arms as Chris had disappeared from his life.]

I won't leave you.

[I won't leave you.

It's comforting, a little, but it's... it's not what he wants to hear.

Sola's not the most perceptive. In fact, he rarely notices the details, but he keeps listening for a real denial, a real statement that Johnny doesn't love Charley, that he does love Sola, and he's not hearing it explicitly.

But he still doesn't try to struggle anyway anymore. Instead he just... hangs, sort of limp in Johnny's arms as if exhausted. Really he is exhausted, drained of energy from his failed attempts at pushing out of Johnny's embrace, from the numbness he'd fought off earlier, all of it. Childishly he just wishes it would go back to how it was, that he'd never seen the letter. If he hadn't, he wouldn't even have thought of all this...

His voice is weak and plaintive, again not meeting Johnny's eyes when he speaks.]

But you won't say you don't love him, even if it won't work.

[Johnny's quiet a moment, thinking.

How was he supposed to say this? He couldn't even put his feelings into words himself.

Before he came here...he loved Charley...as a person, as a son...everything. But with him here...it was just awkward and heartbreaking. Here he couldn't love Chris. But that didn't mean Johnny had never loved him.]

There will always be a part of me that loves him...but that doesn't mean I don't love you.

But I don't...

[He takes a shaky breath, not wanting to fight anymore. He's exhausted. His energy has been dipping lately anyway and coupling that with the emotional ringer he's been through, he simply doesn't have it in him anymore to struggle. He wants Johnny, he needs Johnny. Charley isn't here and Johnny says he loves Sola ...what does it matter, then?

But somehow it does matter. It matters how much that love is, it matters if there's a chance that if Charley reappeared in the bubble that Sola would lose his matesprit. Johnny says he won't, but...

He hangs there in Johnny's arms, almost weightless, still refusing to make any eye contact.]

Do... do you love me more?

[Johnny knew how much he was holding Sola up both with his words and his arms. More than anything, the weight of these feelings and thoughts wanted to crush him, but he stayed standing; he had to...for Sola.

Did he love Sola more than Charley? At one time he wouldn't have needed to pause....but things had changed. So much had changed in so little time that the vampire's mind was still left reeling with it.

He couldn't think.

Charley was his child...and might have been his partner..one day. But here, in Vatheon, in Johnny's home, he couldn't be...there was something missing. And Johnny didn't intend to leave his home.

Besides....Sola was his light.

The dove to his pigeon.]

Yes...

[It was the truth. Time would see to that.]

[Any remaining tension leaves Sola at that one word. He latches onto it like a beacon, turning himself in Johnny's arms to hide his face against his matesprit's chest. He's so scared, so worried, so utterly drained that even though he's still unsure, even though all of these irritating and unfathomable feelings are still whirling at the back of his mind, all he really wants right now is for Johnny to hold him, kiss his forehead, and tell him everything is alright now.]

[Johnny felt the change even before Sola turned to face him and he felt a tightness in his chest.

For a moment he'd thought he'd loose something important. But, by some miracle, he hadn't.

It was too much. Everything was too much and, to be honest, he couldn't think anymore. He finally crumpled, using the wall for support, and gently pulled on Sola to get him to follow and sit in the vampire's lap so Johnny could keep his arms around him.]

[And suddenly Sola finds himself curled in Johnny lap instead of standing in the hall. Comfortable though it may be, especially in his fatigue, Sola still looks up at Johnny in concern with his cheek still resting against the vampire's chest.]

Are you okay? You look tired...

[He shifts a little, curling against his matesprit wearily. Johnny's not the only one...]

Maybe we should both take a nap.

[The vampire keeps his arms securely around Sola, his head tilted forward and his eyes closed.

He could fall asleep like this, Sola safely in his arms and leaned against the wall like they were. His mind just needed a break and this felt so warm and peaceful.]

that's cause I am....and you're right, a nap sounds nice.

[A small smirk.]

Though, the bed's so far...

[The Hylian's own voice is a little fainter as his eyes begin to drop closed, warm ensconced where he is in Johnny's lap. Even with what they'd talked about, Sola still feels safe and loved and that's really all he feels he needs.]

Let's just sleep here, then.

[Why not, if they're both comfortable?]

[At one point during their nap, Minea had come by and wrapped a blanket around them, making them extra warm.

Still, that didn't keep the chill from settling on the vampire's skin and a shiver ran through his spine as he, unwillingly, drifted up from sleep.

There was an itching at his nose and he was vaguely aware that that meant something but he couldn't think of what...

...until it hit him full force and he jerked awake with a sneeze.]

Owww....

[Since when was he feeling this miserable? He didn't feel this terrible when they went to sleep.

[The sneeze startles Sola awake too and he jerks his head up to look at his matesprit.]

Are you okay?

[Yep. Absolutely miserable. It was like someone flipped a switch in his system from 'healthy' to sick.' He gave a small groan and hung his head.]

I think I'm sick.

I hate being sick..

Really?

[He knows he should be worried, but being sick is something that his shows have always been very clear about when there's a couple and to be honest he's excited at the prospect of taking care of Johnny. Which explains the big grin and his next words.]

That's great!

[....wat? Johnny's head snaps up and he gives a mixed look of hurt and confusion with a dash of incredulousness.]

You think it's great I get to suffer? People have died from getting sick, ya know!

[Yep. He's just going to pout ~~and wibble~~ now.]

I didn't mean that!

[The Hylian climbs to his feet and turns towards his matesprit.]

I just mean I know what to do! I can take care of you.

[He smiles and holds his hand down to Johnny.]

You won't die, I promise. I'll tuck you in and make you soup and everything.

Take care of...

[He takes Sola's hand and uses the wall to help himself stand, though the movement causes a little bit of light-headedness.]

...you're going to take care of me?

[The last time he'd been sick no one had been there or been interested in taking care of him...it had been so long since he'd been 'nursed back to health' that it was almost like new.]

Of course! I don't want you to be miserable. And besides, that's what couples do, is take care of each other.

[He smiles broadly and pulls Johnny's arm around his shoulder so the vampire can lean on him if he needs to, height difference notwithstanding. He starts them towards the bedroom he'd seen ajar earlier, careful to keep his own free arm around Johnny's waist so he doesn't fall from dizziness.]

First you should get in bed, then I'll make some soup and take your temperature, okay? Do you have a thermometer?

[You always need a thermometer if you're sick!]

I guess they do...

[Johnny allowed himself to be led to his bedroom where Minea leapt off the bed, transformed, and pulled the covers back so Johnny could slide under them. He smiles up at Sola but shakes his head.]

No, we don't.

[Minea bowed a bit and smiled slightly.]

I could go and fetch one, Mr. Sola.

Yes please! And I need chicken soup if you don't have it already. The kind in the can. I can't make anything else.

[He tucks the covers up around Johnny and even fluffs the pillow, seemingly taking a great deal of pleasure in doing such simple things for his boyfriend.]

Do you want something to drink? Or anything else?

[She bowed and smiled.]

I believe we still have a couple cans left just yet, but I will be back shortly.

[And then she was gone, leaving Johnny with Sola. the vampire smiled at her back and then shifted his attention to his boyfriend.]

She likes to eat it herself, interestingly.

[He reached a hand out from the covers and placed it on Sola's cheek.]

Thank you.

[The Hylian smiles and blushes a little at Johnny's thanks, so glad to be of help and doing something right for a change.]

It's no problem. I like taking care of you! I'll go start the soup, you get some rest! Minea and I will take your temperature when she gets back. I'll be right in the kitchen if you need me.

[He leans in and plants a peck on Johnny's cheek, then heads into the kitchen to make ~~a mess~~ some soup.

Don't mind all the excessive clattering and banging, that's just the cooking process!]

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