noirges | yves & marcoh

... I don't know.

[ he really can't figure it out, when his emotions are a tumble like this. they start to rumble a bit again, now that they've covered the plot basics ]

... but could I stay with you and Monsieur Lucas tonight? Or... until I get things settled with Laurence? Just a sleeping bag on the floor is fine.

Yeah, of course.

Would you rather be alone with him?

[ A familiar face... ]

Ah, no no no.

[ immediate fussing ]

I don't even know how much sleep I'm going to get tonight I just...

If I sleep outside, I'm just gonna get scolded more and Laurence will only feel guiltier if he found out...

[ so he will try to make it back inside in the familiarity of his favorite people's room ]

Alright.

[ He's welcome to stay in a blanket pile in their weird ass room where Lucas cries at night and sometimes Marcoh just gets him a glass of water to put on his bedside so he can rehydrate in the morning... ]

We'll get something going with blankets.

[ sure that sounds about right for this weird heckin room ]

I have blankets and pillows from when I bring them around during curfew. It should be okay.

Thanks for letting me impose. I'll try to make sure it doesn't last long.

[ Looks at my clock and then at you like ?

Anyway. ]

You're not imposing.

[ A beat pause as he seems to think, and then he just. Suddenly reaches over and noogies Yves a bit. ]

[ i was trying so hard to clear my inbox

but honestly? he startles. there is a very sharp feeling of surprise and uncertainty, even as he ducks a little bit under the noogie ]

Marcoh?

[ and then just the smallest barely there sliver of hope ]