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We’re back, baby!

We’re back, baby!

// what if i brought this blog back for like a week with an event since we're nearing it's one year anniversary? Like its WILD to think that its been a year but

Caleb didn’t respond for a long moment. He didn’t want to leave. Logically, he knew that Marco wouldn’t know the difference; he was dead. He wouldn’t know who’s hands were picking him up, or who was present. Logically, he knew he didn’t have to stay. 

Connor waited for what Caleb wanted to do, ready to support him with whatever he chose. Slowly, Connor’s stress levels were dropping, his LED still flashing red though as he held the younger android. When hearing that Caleb wanted to stay, Connor frowned slightly. He had kind of hoped that he would chose to leave as he knew how hard this was for him but, he wasn’t going to stop him. So, he came up with a compromise.

“I have to help,” he whispered. He did. He needed to. Slowly pulling away from Connor, he sat up, closed his eyes for a moment, then looked at Marco. He was struggling to keep his gaze there, blinking and bringing himself to tears again, but he moved. 

He wanted to tell the other that no, he didn’t have to help, but it was what Caleb wanted so he didn’t. Instead, he released the other, slowly getting to his feet. Connor watched Caleb move to pick up Marco, his thirium pump feeling like it was being crushed in his chest. When being told about the sheets, the older android was moving. “Yeah, I’ve got it.” He muttered.

Caleb didn’t respond for a long moment. He didn’t want to leave. Logically, he knew that Marco wouldn’t know the difference; he was dead. He wouldn’t know who’s hands were picking him up, or who was present. Logically, he knew he didn’t have to stay. 

Connor waited for what Caleb wanted to do, ready to support him with whatever he chose. Slowly, Connor’s stress levels were dropping, his LED still flashing red though as he held the younger android. When hearing that Caleb wanted to stay, Connor frowned slightly. He had kind of hoped that he would chose to leave as he knew how hard this was for him but, he wasn’t going to stop him. So, he came up with a compromise.

“I have to help,” he whispered. He did. He needed to. Slowly pulling away from Connor, he sat up, closed his eyes for a moment, then looked at Marco. He was struggling to keep his gaze there, blinking and bringing himself to tears again, but he moved. 

Caleb didn’t respond for a long moment. He didn’t want to leave. Logically, he knew that Marco wouldn’t know the difference; he was dead. He wouldn’t know who’s hands were picking him up, or who was present. Logically, he knew he didn’t have to stay. 

The older android didn’t know what to do. He watched Caleb step over him before crouching next to Marco, dark brown eyes filled with anxiousness. He listened to everything Caleb said, despite how he let his gaze slowly slip away, now staring straight ahead again. Guilt was bubbling up, threatening to boil over and cause him to turn into a mess.

Connor’s answer seemed to take all of the strength out of Caleb. His shoulders relaxed and he looked back to Marco before slowly lowering himself to the ground, despite the blood that surrounded him. After a long, thoughtful moment, he reached out to gently brush a lock of hair from Marco’s face. Some of it stuck to his skin from the thirium and left a smear. “He.. was happy,” Caleb replied softly. “That is why I.. I was scared of telling him about his past. I did not want to take that carelessness away from him.” He let his hands settle in his lap. “But it… it’s very hard, Connor. To help someone when you have mourned them, and to be torn between knowing they deserve to know the truth and knowing it will hurt them.” 

Dark brown eyes watched the other RK unit slowly sit on the floor. It hurt him to see Caleb like this. It hurt him even more knowing he had been the one to make him like this, but there was nothing he could do about it. Not now. Connor slowly looked away, now staring at the hands that were resting in his lap. They were still covered in Marco’s blood, and that was something that Connor didn’t think he would ever wash away.

“I- I… I don’t-” Caleb cut himself off, a silent sob tearing from his throat as he squeezed his eyes shut and tried to fight it back. He’d already done this, he’d been through it all before– it shouldn’t still be so hard. It shouldn’t hurt so bad. He should be able to stand up and get his bearings and figure out where to go next, but there was a weight in his chest that kept any of it from happening. 

Those cries had Connor letting out a shuddering breath. He sat there for another second, not realizing that tears were now rolling down his own cheeks. He had truly hurt his baby brother. Cut him deep. Suddenly, he was moving, slowly getting on his knees. Surprisingly, he moved toward the other, getting close enough to touch. And touch he did, reaching his hands out so he could pull the younger android into his embrace.

Caleb leaned into Connor’s embrace with no resistance. He immediately turned his face to hide it in Connor’s chest and let himself go. He cried and screamed and sobbed until his throat felt raw and his voice was was being accented with static. He eventually pulled a hand away from himself so he could clutch at Connor.

Connor held Caleb, his arms tightening slightly around him. He listened to him cry, knowing that he was the reason he was crying like this and there wasn’t much else he could do but listen and try to soothe him. Connor rested his chin on top of Caleb’s head, his eyes opening, his gaze landing on the body causing him to tense slightly.

The older android didn’t know what to do. He watched Caleb step over him before crouching next to Marco, dark brown eyes filled with anxiousness. He listened to everything Caleb said, despite how he let his gaze slowly slip away, now staring straight ahead again. Guilt was bubbling up, threatening to boil over and cause him to turn into a mess.

Connor’s answer seemed to take all of the strength out of Caleb. His shoulders relaxed and he looked back to Marco before slowly lowering himself to the ground, despite the blood that surrounded him. After a long, thoughtful moment, he reached out to gently brush a lock of hair from Marco’s face. Some of it stuck to his skin from the thirium and left a smear. “He.. was happy,” Caleb replied softly. “That is why I.. I was scared of telling him about his past. I did not want to take that carelessness away from him.” He let his hands settle in his lap. “But it… it’s very hard, Connor. To help someone when you have mourned them, and to be torn between knowing they deserve to know the truth and knowing it will hurt them.” 

Dark brown eyes watched the other RK unit slowly sit on the floor. It hurt him to see Caleb like this. It hurt him even more knowing he had been the one to make him like this, but there was nothing he could do about it. Not now. Connor slowly looked away, now staring at the hands that were resting in his lap. They were still covered in Marco’s blood, and that was something that Connor didn’t think he would ever wash away.

“I- I… I don’t-” Caleb cut himself off, a silent sob tearing from his throat as he squeezed his eyes shut and tried to fight it back. He’d already done this, he’d been through it all before– it shouldn’t still be so hard. It shouldn’t hurt so bad. He should be able to stand up and get his bearings and figure out where to go next, but there was a weight in his chest that kept any of it from happening. 

Those cries had Connor letting out a shuddering breath. He sat there for another second, not realizing that tears were now rolling down his own cheeks. He had truly hurt his baby brother. Cut him deep. Suddenly, he was moving, slowly getting on his knees. Surprisingly, he moved toward the other, getting close enough to touch. And touch he did, reaching his hands out so he could pull the younger android into his embrace.

Caleb leaned into Connor's embrace with no resistance. He immediately turned his face to hide it in Connor's chest and let himself go. He cried and screamed and sobbed until his throat felt raw and his voice was was being accented with static. He eventually pulled a hand away from himself so he could clutch at Connor.