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[It takes a few minutes of putting away groceries, and also calming himself, before Komaeda is ready to head to the park. Unlike Atem, who easily flew there, Komaeda has to fold himself into the apartment elevator, ride it down, and walk himself down the street.

It's nice, at least, that they're able to find the middle ground between their respective needs. He had offered to do this after sundown, but he knows it'd be bad if it got too dark to be outside. Komaeda wonders if it's also a byproduct of being a priest, that Atem is able to stand being outside as a vampire, even with just a bit of cloud cover. It's that thought he lingers on, as he approaches the hill in the park, that makes it so that, when noticing the demon, his mind needs a moment to catch up.

Who's this demon? Wasn't Atem supposed to be—ah.]

You changed! [Komaeda laughs, as if the guy before him put on a different outfit, rather than using his power to completely alter his anatomy.] I didn't know you were a demon before... I missed so much while I was gone. [His tone tinges, only a bit, with a melancholy that's just as quickly cast aside as he approaches Atem and settles down onto the grass beside him.]

What's it like, being one?

[He tilts his head to look at Komaeda, propping himself up with his hands on the grass behind him, and gives a much easier grin than before. He's gonna hang out with Komaeda this morning, spending time with someone he likes, probably teach flying, and after that, who knows? Atem kind of wishes he'd brought snacks, to make this a picnic instead of a lesson, but he's not going to run back now, hell no. Maybe breakfast later? The world is full of possibilities.]

I like it. It's a really strong monster with a lot of useful abilities...I don't worry as much when I'm a demon. Anything that happens, I'll probably be able to handle...

[He trails off contentedly. As a demon, nothing feels so important or so urgent that he can't take a break, to do what he wants to do...

Atem tilts his face up toward the gray, dreary sky, only a little lighter than the Fog cloak rolling down his shoulders and disappearing in wisps over the grass.]

It feels like I can do whatever I want, and it'll work out. The only problem is the weakness...salt is even easier to find than silver!

[If Atem invites him to breakfast after this, there's no way Komaeda is refusing. Even if they have to steer clear of salt, he'll take any opportunity he can get spending time with the guy.

He's glad that Atem seems to like being a demon, strength and magic aside—because as Komaeda watches Atem sprawl indolently in the grass, he can't help but think about how much more comfortable he looks. It makes him happy to see Atem finally relaxing. That satisfaction shows even in his smile as he tilts his head and takes in the sight of the other from horns to hooves.]

Hm... the fact that you can't enjoy a salty snack is pretty troublesome... but if that's the worst of it, then it might not be so bad.

[How nice must it be to not have to worry. To be able to enjoy yourself and have cool powers... Komaeda, just at the beginning of his nephilim temp, will have to tuck that thought back into the recesses of his mind for later.]

Though... it's kind of funny that you're a demon while I'm an angel, now. Like that saying of "opposites attract"? [Komaeda laughs,] here's hoping I don't accidentally hit you with holy magic!

[He can tell he's being looked over, and impishly, Atem picks up one hooved foot and cocks it, settling deeper into the lazy posture in a way that's a bit of a deliberate display; the self-satisfied narrowing of his red-on-black eyes and curl of a grin only strengthens the impression. Let Komaeda look, let anyone look if they like, he's ashamed of nothing.

He gives an easy one-shouldered shrug at the inherent danger of their opposing monster types. Even if there is an unfortunate magic mishap, the fog's coming in soon, they'll heal, he's not concerned at all. What's funnier to Atem, personally, is a different aspect. Namely:]

It is funny. If opposites attract, and we're a devil-and-angel pair, then that means I might end up getting you into trouble. You're not worried I'll be a corrupting influence, are you?

[Oh no, how terrible would that be, is the tease in his tone, as his tail sways playfully, winding and unwinding around the solar. Atem has no concrete plans to do anything terrible (and frankly that sounds a lot like work), but it's fun to not worry so much about right. Atem can fill the space he's in, be himself and all of himself without worrying whether it's the right self, the correct move, the proper action. He's free to be just him, and whatever shape that takes is the right one.

Right now that shape involves playful what-ifs, an I-see-you-looking! call out shift in body language, and no shame at all about either. All he wants to do as a demon is play, and any openings like "it's like how they say opposites attract" will be exploited.]

[The sprawl is definitely noticed, and Komaeda is definitely allowing himself to look—but only up until he realizes that, oh, Atem is watching him indulge in this scene. That... is not something he's used to it. He's always known the guy to be confident and comfortable with himself, but something like this? It feels almost taboo, what with the feelings that stir his insides into a fluttering not unlike butterfly wings. This sort of thing, rather than corrupting, might simply be dangerous.

Komaeda laughs, but the sound of it is awkward, one that he swallows around—and suddenly he's averting his gaze to the grass, rather than meeting those intense, red eyes. It's the middle of winter, but he suddenly feels much too warm. Oh, right, that's just the blush that's coloring his face, down to his shoulders.]

I'd happily let you corrupt me, Atem-kun.

[It may be a flirtatious response, but it's earnest in every way. Still, he feels like this situation is probably too tempting. Komaeda quickly tucks a piece of his hair back behind an ear-wing and pushes himself up to standing again. They came here with a purpose!!! Time to stop flirting, because he knows they can't do anything about it, and time to start flying!

Komaeda clears his throat, and unfurls his white and black wings from his back.]

Are you ready to teach me how to fly?

[For the demon, playing back was a win-win scenario: either he got to keep flirting, or have the satisfaction of seeing Komaeda blink first.

Komaeda blinked first.

The only way to lose would have been to shy away himself, to cut himself off from an interaction he wanted to have out of some misplaced sense of responsibility for someone other than himself. Ha.

So it's with a peal of laughter that's both wicked and delighted (he meant that! He meant it, "I'd let you corrupt me!" Actually getting to know Komaeda is so great, he's so weird and interesting and fun, and Atem wants to have that, experience that, so much, but not now) that Atem pushes himself to his hooves, standing up and unfurling his own wings, flicking the solar from his tail to his hand and pocketing it.]

Yep!

[Time to switch gears from flirting to flight: Atem does want Komaeda to learn to fly, and he wants the satisfaction of having been the one to teach him. Atem rolls his shoulders out, then plants his feet in the grass, his wings and tail shifting to balance him against the wind.]

The best way to get a feel for how to fly is by running downhill with your wings out. I can't explain how to hold your wings, or how often to flap them...all monsters are different! Even as a nephilim, flying felt different than as a demon or a bat...but as you run, you'll feel the air catch under you. When you have the angle right, you'll start to feel light...your feet will come off the ground, and then, you're gliding!

Want me to show you first, or just give it a try yourself?

[Atem laughs and the sound of it feels like it's piercing straight through his soul. The part of Komaeda that's competitive and prideful is taking a generous backseat to the voice within him now, that's much louder, and simply reeling over how forward he was just a moment prior.

The type of games he's used to playing with Atem are more akin to knife threats and playful insults. It's the challenge that comes with proving who can stand at the top between them—but this Atem, without his limiters and his sense of selflessness to stop him, really did just lean forward and lower his voice, with words of corruption on his tongue.

As the demon walks past him, Komaeda is barely paying attention to the words he says. Instead, his gaze is drawn back to the line of his strong shoulders, as his wings unfurl. This might have been a mistake. His heart is beating so hard it feels like it might burst from his chest. His sickly complexion, returned as a nephil, has gone so flush with color, it almost looks as if he's having heatstroke in the middle of winter.

He has to pull himself together. There isn't anything he can do about these feelings in his chest, but more than that, he doesn't want to squander the limited time he has with Atem, before the guy returns to being his usual, dutiful self. The flying is a good distraction, actually.]

I'll go first... That way you can watch my form, I guess...

[He guesses, because he'd rather not continue to gawk at Atem and imagine what-if scenarios that won't come true. So instead he steps forward, wings unfurling from his back and smoothing out from their ruffled, heat conserving state. He just has to run and the wind will catch them, right...?

Without thinking any more about it, and perhaps prompted by wanting to (~~run away from his gay thoughts~~) distract himself, Komaeda takes off running the best he can. Which in and of itself... isn't great. The sudden growth spurt has left his gait looking more like an awkward, galloping fawn, but he manages not to fall at the very least—

He can feel the wind beneath his wings, just enough to feel like it might catch him, just enough to feel like he wants to lean into it and... At the very last stretch of the hill, he lifts off of the ground—only by a few feet—where his wings will flap a bit erratically, before he touches back down at the bottom.]

[Atem has truly terrible amounts of practice turning his trains of thought away from impossible what-ifs. He understands, even in this state of mind, that there's no chance that today ends in kissing and also ends well, so he's resolved to take what he can get: to be the monster who taught Nagito Komaeda how to fly, who reached into Komaeda's heart and put the knowledge there, like leaving a piece of himself in a way it can't ever be removed.

Despite these feelings, he watches Komaeda stumble down the hill with distinct amusement -- a giant angel stumbling like that is pretty funny! But, when Komaeda gets it right at the end, the demon hops back up to his feet and lets out a whoop and a holler of excitement.]

That's it! You got it at the very end!

[Atem's hands are cupped around his mouth as he shouts to the bottom of the hill.]

Come back up and try it again!

[Komaeda turns at the sound of Atem hollering from the top of the hill—there's still color in his cheeks, but even with the flip-flop of excitement in his belly, it's clear that it's mostly from running, now. He smiles, feeling still-nervous but getting there, in terms of being... somewhat confident. But will he really have to keep running...?

He starts his climb back up the hill, taking it slow and steady on those stilts for legs, and panting all the way. Once at the top beside Atem again, he needs a moment where he's bent forward, hands on his knees, to catch his breath.]

Geeze... I never knew this would be such a work out...

[Is it too early to say he misses being a fish? At least as a merperson in the water, the vessel you move through suspends your weight. Never mind that he never would've thought of himself as out of shape, but... Maybe he really should swim more often, to build up his stamina too.]

Alright, [Komaeda takes a breath after resting and pulls himself back up,] let's go again...!

[And again, he runs down the hill with his wings spread wide, letting his body lean forward into the wind, letting his momentum carry him into an angle that catches, half-way down the hill this time, and lets him glide through the air much higher than before...

...Which is where a sense of accomplishment is quickly replaced, as memories of hurdling through the air root fear in the pit of his stomach. Where he'd managed to flap his wings before, now he begins to flap his arms instead—he'll need to right himself if he doesn't want to crash into the ground.]

[It's a good thing Komaeda recovers quickly -- bent over like that, Atem wanted to run a hand through his hair, cup his cheek, look at his exhausted face.

But he's a little too slow to do it, and off Komaeda goes again. (It's just as well.)

He's not slow, however, to spot that Komaeda is struggling and in trouble, and with a leap downhill of his own, Atem's airborne in an instant.]

Nagito!!

[The difference in their relative sizes is a good thing -- it means it's not impossible for Atem to get above and behind Komaeda's falling form, get hands aroind his waist with claws that prick through clothing, and with a great wing-beat, slow Komaeda's fall and bring him back midair to a position he can fly in.]

Spread your wings out! [he shouts over the rush of wind.] The air will catch you!

[Atem's bat-wings beat again, making sure they still have enough forward movement to support flight. Touching Komaeda is uncomfortable, and not really in the fun way -- they're opposing monster types, and the holy magic Komaeda is made of, the magic that collapses in on itself in darkness, has his palms tingling. But Atem doesn't let go, and won't let this end in an uncontrolled fall.

If Komaeda doesn't get his wings right, they'll tumble harmlessly in a heap into a patch of grass, no harm done.]

[It happens far faster than he can conceive of. It feels like the world is falling away from him, rather than the opposite, and the sheer backwardness of it makes him feel like he's going to throw up. Komaeda refuses to close his eyes though, because he can't let those memories of staring listlessly out of a plane window as the sky spun around him resurface. He has to ground himself in this moment, even if this moment feels like it's choking him down and making his limbs feel heavily and less like his own.

But then something else happens—the prick of Atem's claws at his sides is just different enough, just painful enough, to pull him back from the precipice of his fear. Not only that, but the great beat of his wings has made it so that he's no longer dropping rapidly. For a split moment, it feels like he's floating—and that's just enough to push the fear back into a corner of his mind and do as he's told.

Komaeda spreads his wings, and sure enough, the wind catches beneath them.

He manages, just barely and with the assistance of Atem, to make a not-so-crash landing. The second his feet meet the grass, Komaeda stumbles forward a few steps before catching himself. It's, at the very least, better than completely crumpling to the ground—but when he turns to face Atem, it's clear how shaken he is. His eyes have gone wide with panic, and his mouth, straining to form a placating smile, is completely failing. He can hardly hear how hard he's panting, over the rush of his pulse in his ears.]

H-Haha... Sorry... [The apology leaves him without a thought, though whether he means for worrying Atem, or something else, it's hard to tell.] I think I bit off more than I can chew with that one... I didn't expect to go that high so soon.

[And that's why Atem brought them here, and not the roof, where the ground below is asphalt and concrete, and eight stories away.

He reaches for Komaeda's hand. Prickling or no, getting a grip on it matters more -- he's going to wrap his fingers around Komaeda's hand, pressing their palms together, hard. It's something else to focus on, something grounding -- and, more selfishly, Atem wants to hold Komaeda's hand right now. How could he not, with that look on Komaeda's face? He's trying to be brave, but...]

You did fine.

[A squeeze of their hands.]

Even though you were scared, you caught yourself, and you landed without getting hurt. That's what's important.

[He's not in any rush to push Komaeda into another attempt; his body language is relaxed, his hooves planted in the ground where he is. Komaeda can take his time; he's attempting something really hard for him.]

If you had gotten it right away, I would have been really surprised!

[Perhaps somewhere in the back of Komaeda's mind, he expected Atem to release him the moment they touched ground. But instead, that grounding touch simply shifts—it leaves his waist (perhaps a good thing, as that feels like sitting on a line that can't be crossed), and settles in his hand.

Komaeda is used to Atem feeling lukewarm at best, but now, the palm that slots with his own is noticeably warmer than normal body temperature, though not to the degree of being uncomfortable. The worst part of it, is that if feels like permission. When he looks down at Atem, it's with a realization that he isn't fully panicking yet—and though he doesn't feel as though he'll start crying, he wants more of this comfort.]

Hey, Atem-kun... Can I ask for another favor?

[Where their hands meet, he gives a slightly weaker squeeze back, as he meets Atem's gaze. His own expression, so easily read now without having such rigid facial structure, shows his thoughts plainly—he's struggling. Not just physically, but mentally.

He doesn't know if he can do this. Moving past the echoes of his memories is difficult, and he especially doesn't want to try this with Atem potentially risking his own safety if it's going to be like this.]

I... I don't want you to get hurt for my sake. It's one thing if I fall, but... if my flying gets you injured, then I...

[His mouth presses into a thin, worried line. He doesn't even want to think about it.]

[Hmm, that face...Komaeda's spooked. He's not going to be ready to try again for a little while -- not until he's calm.

Atem makes sure not to let go of the hand. Even as his free one goes to his collar, where the Fog cloak rests lightly in gray gauzy folds, and he flips the material carelessly woth his fingers, he keeps holding Komaeda's.]

You don't have to worry about me, Nagito. I'm very hard to hurt, these days!

...but, that said...

[Regarding the mention of a favor specifically:]

...you know all you have to do is ask.

[The mischief in that is slight; it's predominantly sincere, very slightly playful. The offer is meant: whatever Komaeda wants, he only needs to name it.]

[Displeasure wrinkles Komaeda's brow and pulls his mouth into a frown. Even if Atem is hard to hurt, saying something like that just makes it sound like he shouldn't feel bad or worried about it. To not worry would be impossible, but he doubts he could properly convey that to the other right now.

Rather, he's still focused on the way his nerves shake the grip that entwines their hands, and how he can't seem to get his pulse to calm down.]

I don't know if it'd be out of line to ask, but...

[He hesitates, only briefly, before erring on simply speaking his heart.]

...Would you hold me?

[The hand-holding is grounding enough, but it feels too slight. He doesn't want to push Atem's boundaries, but he's scared. He knows he's on the ground, but it still doesn't feel solid enough. Worst, yet, he still fears that if he closes his eyes, that falling sensation will return.

So, embarrassment will simply have to take a backseat to wanting to feel safe, for now. And wordlessly, he'll lower himself until he's kneeling before Atem.]

[That's it...?

Atem lets out a little heh!

He doesn't give a single damn what is and isn't out of line, and the only reason he didn't reach for Komaeda before was that Komaeda was literally mostly out of reach.

But Komaeda lowers down, and Atem, after only a moment of warmly wry eye contact -- silly, of course I will! and huh, it's cute that he's kneeling -- wraps arms around Komaeda's shoulders. The side of his face presses against the side of Komaeda's head -- luckily horns are at an angle that doesn't make this impossible, and soft membranes of blue batlike ear-wings brush against hair or skin or feathers -- and he murmurs:]

Remember the counting game? Try it. It's good for when you feel like your mind's trying to take you somewhere else!

[It's a little prickly, being in this much close contact with a holy monster, but it's not impossible to endure. He just hopes he's not hurting Komaeda back...but, if he is, the guy will either say so, or decide like Atem that it's worth it. It might not be so bad, since Atem doesn't have any powers active and isn't quite so ethereal as Komaeda, but either way, it's not an impossible obstacle, not by far.]

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[Caught within the midst of a flurry of thoughts, one stands out so starkly that it stuns him. Time and again, Komaeda is amazed by how Atem doesn't hesitate. Even if something like this wouldn't have happened were it not for the guy being a demon, he still does everything with such intention, and it's why Komaeda can feel the way his chest grows tighter, simply by being pulled into those arms.

The hold is warm, comforting, like he could easily melt into it. Most of all, it immediately feels safe, to be contained within Atem's arms.]

The counting game...

[Komaeda recalls, as he wraps his arms around Atem's middle and buries his face into space between his neck and shoulder. He can do that, he thinks. He pulls his head up from where it's settled, just enough to look around and count five things.]

I can see the grass... the trees, and the sky. There's a playground, and the city beyond it...

[And then it's four things he can hear, right...? Komaeda inhales a deep breath, closes his eyes, and continues.]

I can hear the leaves rustling, and the sound of cars honking in the distance... The birds chirping in the trees, and... my own heartbeat.

[Three things he feels. He hugs is a bit tighter, but not uncomfortably so, and buries his face into Atem's neck again.]

I can feel you, and... I can feel the wind on my skin, and air filling my lungs...

[Two smells. Another deep breath.]

...You smell like fire, or maybe it's more like... the smell of something burning. [He gives a short huff of a laugh.] And the wet-dewy-grass smell.

[One thing he can taste... Komaeda's mind goes somewhere it shouldn't, and immediately he feels his stomach twist with nervous excitement.

It's likely a sign that he's calm enough for now, so he just presses his face a bit more into Atem's shoulder, stays there for what feels like minutes, before speaking again.]

I think we can stop there... I feel... [—like his heart will leap out of his throat, but—] better. I think.

[He can tell Komaeda is backing away from taste, and has one or two guesses why. He gives a low, carefree laugh, but doesn't press the matter. Atem is terribly shameless in this form and doesn't mind laughing while Komaeda has his face buried in his shoulder.]

If you're sure! Heh heh.

[But he'll leave it there. It is something else how fast Atem can switch gears, from teasing to talking business in an instant. ]

Do you feel better enough for another run, or just well enough to make it home without stumbling?

[Even if Atem is being carefree about things now, that doesn't mean he won't be full of regret later, if Komaeda were to take advantage of that sort of thing. He also wouldn't be able to sit right with himself, if he did.

How would he be able to face Ryou, then? Only a scumbag would do something so underhanded.]

I'm sure...

[Slowly, Komaeda peels himself away from Atem's hold, feeling well enough to at least stand on his own, with just the touch of hands to arms to keep them connected.]

I think making it home without stumbling is where I'm at, but... [He meets that red-eyed gaze,] can we try again tomorrow...?

[He lets Komaeda pull away with a touch of regret, but no real resistance. There's still a touch to arms, and that's nice (mostly, it's still tingly, right on the edge of painful).

Once again, there's no hesitation in the reply.]

Of course we can! Actually...

[He pauses a moment, thinking.]

If we wait to try again tomorrow, then there's another approach we can take. Instead of being there to catch you if you start to fall...I could possess you as a shade, and show you how to fly from the inside.

[He'd offer to do it like this, but they wouldn't mesh well...if just touch is prickly pain, possession is much riskier.]

If you don't mind being possessed, that is.

[Komaeda seems to relax when Atem agrees, his expression settling into a comfortably soft smile once more. It's a great relief to know that the other is willing to accommodate him, even though he asked Atem to take time out of his day today to help.

But then he goes a step further, offering up possession, and the surprise that colors Komaeda's face is immediate and unrestricted.]

Possession... Are you sure?

[It's an intimate thing, certainly. Being able to share a mind, feelings, to read one another wordlessly. It feels far more intimate than anything else and yet... Komaeda can't help but want to take advantage of this, despite his prior feelings about Atem's demonic nature.]

I mean, I trust you Atem-kun... If it's you, I don't mind being possessed at all. I know you wouldn't do anything I don't like, but...

[But he's worried. It was one thing when Lila possessed him, because she already knew his ugliest sides. She knew everything about him.

Atem, though... Despite the strides they've made, they're still guarded with good reason.]

Are you sure you'll be okay, possessing me?

[Atem is perfectly relaxed about it. By now, he's been in and out of a lot of monsters' minds...it's an ability that comes naturally, and he's very used to learning a new body quickly while working alongside another mind.

So...if there's trouble Komaeda foresees, it's on his end. Atem's brows furrow a moment, and his head tilts.]

Is there something I should be worried about?

[Besides the obvious, of course -- the crush, the emotional extremes, the hells they've both been through, he knows about that. Is there something else he should be told about before he goes in?]

[Being able to walk through someone's mind is something deeper than just peeking around their room and into their things. It's the memories, that Komaeda's truly worried about. If he panics, what will he show to Atem... and what will Atem think about it? He's nervous, after all this time, to be rejected still. The last thing he wants is for Atem to think he's too broken, too messed up to care for.

The unease meets his expression now, as he tries to work the words out of his throat.]

Well... I'm worried you'll see something in my mind that will make you hate me...

[Komaeda isn't the same person he was when he was Ultimate Despair, but it's not like that version of him is gone, either.]

I'm not the person I used to be, but... It's not like those memories aren't still in my brain. If you see something disturbing, I don't want you to leave me over it...

I wouldn't.

[Plain, straightforward, simple -- but Atem won't leave it at that. He'll show his work.

A hand grips Komaeda's shirt and pulls downward, wordlessly telling Komaeda to crouch again, because Atem wants to have this conversation at eye level. Komaeda can refuse, of course, but if he does, Atem will unfurl his wings and float up to eye level with wing-beats, ones too slow to achieve the hover he's in with pure physics; there's magic at work here.

Either way, whether Komaeda goes down or Atem comes up, though, two clawed and scaly hands are going to take the sides of Komaeda's face, and he's going to hold Komaeda's gaze, keeping their faces close.]

You're not like you used to be...but, it's your friends who are helping you stay that way, right? So, even if I see something terrible, something worse than what I already know...I know that staying with you is the best way to keep the things you don't like in the past.

[He's not going to kiss Komaeda. That's too far, even for Atem's demon-self. But he is going to hold Komaeda on either side of his jaw, gazing into Komaeda's main set of eyes with his own red-on-black ones, his face too close and his touch too tender to be entirely chaste.]

Even if I saw the worst thing in the world, I wouldn't leave you...I would want to keep protecting you from it, and stop it from coming back.

[They absolutely will not kiss, but the way the words are said, with Atem's breath ghosting over Komaeda's face, is about as close as you can get.]

You can trust me with your memories.

[With the difference in their heights the way it is, the second Komaeda feels that grip in his sweater, he's kneeling down to come eye-level with Atem. He doesn't quite meet that intense gaze, even when those hands hold him tenderly by the jaw with a warmth that feels like it's permeating his very soul. Instead, his pale green eyes cast downwards, towards Atem's collar, or lower. He doesn't have the strength to.

It's not that he doesn't believe the words being said to him. Rather, he wants to desperately believe in them with a blind trust that could fill his vessel up to the brim. He wants to feel that safety of that certainty so badly and yet... All he can think about is how Atem was at the beginning of the previous month.

Would seeing the memories locked with Komaeda's head bring out that despair, again? To see not only himself, but the classmates that Atem has come to know, in situations no human being should ever have to live through? Heinous acts of violence, of self-mutilation, of reveling in torment... It's all the things that seemed to have worn Atem down within the last two years—and the last thing Komaeda wants is to worsen that.

The trepidation he feels is worn plainly on his face. Even if Atem is so close he can feel the ghosting of warm breath across his face. Close enough to feel that fiery bodyheat in a way that makes his heart race for reasons other than his own nerves. He knows that if he's to move forward, he needs to trust. And he does trust Atem, wholeheartedly, to protect him. What he doesn't trust is himself.]

I do trust you, Atem-kun... That's why I asked you to do this for me.

[He glances up at the other meekly, having to really pull himself to do it.]

I just don't... Want to hurt you, when you've already been through so much...

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cw: terrorism, self harm mentions