Keep Walking

 “Thanks, Abe...” He wanted to add on more, but it was always so awkward. He didn’t know when to say more or stop when it was enough. He felt like Abel deserved more, but then the other tended to go quiet and turtle into himself and then Bo felt like an idiot. “Ya know...for everything,”

When he heard the laugh he raised an eyebrow, but didn’t raise his head. “You better not be laughing at me up there,” he warned as his hands stretched the skin and his head tilted to various angles to look for the quick sparkle of any glass that was still remaining. He wasn’t usually a perfectionist but this wasn’t exactly something normal for him. Abel quickly moved in, taking out one last, barely visible piece of glass before grabbing some clean tissue to wipe the knuckles one last time. “Need to find the equivalent to antiseptic tomorrow,” he said more to himself than anything, he could do that at some point. He couldn’t be bothered right now.

"I can't help it. You look like a doctor with those glasses on," Bo grinned as Abel turned his hand this way and that. "We should play that sometime," He wrinkled his nose though at the word "antiseptic". "I'll be fine, Abe. It's just a few cuts. I've had worse. Besides, they'll probably tell you to pour tree sap all over it,"

“The mirror fucking started it,” He snarled back as Abel still continued to dab and fuss with his hand. He let out a rough chuckle. “Such a vain baby. Nothing wrong with stubble,” Bo leaned back with his hand still stretched between him and Abel. He’d been in enough street brawls and dominant punishments to take some pain and he wasn’t worried about scars. “You’ve patched me up before, babe. I trust you,” He said, the words truthful.

There was something about the way that Bo said it - ‘I trust you’ - that made butterflies, or something of that sort, flutter up in his stomach. He’d never get used to people saying that they trusted him or they were proud of him, but Bo seemed to throw those small phrases at him constantly. It was strange but it was definitely something he liked- loved even. “There’s a difference between cleaning cuts and picking glass out of them but at least I have a steady hand,” he said with a quiet chuckle as he stopped for a moment to wipe around the little cuts again. He was going way too slow and he wouldn’t be surprised if Bo got impatient and told him to hurry the fuck up but he wanted to make sure he got everything out. He was so determined to get everything out that he put the hand down momentarily to put his glasses on that were left on the table from earlier, before going back to the hand, leaning in just a little more to get a closer look.

The smile on his face stretched and he gave another chuckle, "I'll get you another mirror, shit. Can't let you and Mowgli go without," He watched Abel as he went to work, knowing how intent he was on getting everything clean, even if it was Bo's own stupid fault. He liked the feel of Abel's hands on his though, the attention. He couldn't help the little trickle of laughter as the switch put on his glasses as bent over his hand. Fucking adorable.

"The mirror fucking started it," He snarled back as Abel still continued to dab and fuss with his hand. He let out a rough chuckle. "Such a vain baby. Nothing wrong with stubble," Bo leaned back with his hand still stretched between him and Abel. He'd been in enough street brawls and dominant punishments to take some pain and he wasn't worried about scars. "You've patched me up before, babe. I trust you," He said, the words truthful.

“Then you’re going to have to get the fuck over it and listen to me anyway,” he told him as he all but dragged Bo through the apartment before he was pushing him to sit down on the couch. He then moved around the apartment to grab bandages and water to clean the wound, quickly doubling back to grab some tweezers before carefully sitting himself down on the table in front of the other. As Bo started to speak, Abel took his hand and used the tweezers to gently remove any of glass that was still lodged in the cut. When he spoke about how it was almost his job to get them off of the island he paused, glancing up at him. “You gotta stop beating yourself up. We’ll get off of the island when we get off of the island. For now we make the most of what we’ve got and as long as we’ve got each other there’s nothing to worry about. So stop worrying.”

 “Hey. I’m going to tell you what I tell Mowgli…talk to me. Always, talk to me and tell me the truth. I’m not going to hate you for that. I’m going to feel worse if it was something I could help with. I know it sounds hypocritical but don’t shut me out. I’m trying to keep you and Mowgli in and it’s hard, but we’re here now. You two are all I ever want, okay? The past…it doesn’t fucking matter, Abel,”

With a sigh he started, “The reason that I pulled away is because he’s one of the Doms that punished you at Grimm’s. He claimed you were bullying his brother or something but I know you. I know you’re not that kind of guy and then… His brother had adhd or something along those lines anyway and I knew that if you knew then you’d apologise. It just.. It felt so convoluted and wrong. It was almost like they were going out of their way to punish you and I hated it. I guess I just… Feel responsible. Like I could have found out sooner and told you so it didn’t escalate.” Abel waited a moment before ducking his head down, pulling away from Bo a little, “I’m sorry, B.”

Stop being adorable omg

 “Hey. I’m going to tell you what I tell Mowgli...talk to me. Always, talk to me and tell me the truth. I’m not going to hate you for that. I’m going to feel worse if it was something I could help with. I know it sounds hypocritical but don’t shut me out. I’m trying to keep you and Mowgli in and it’s hard, but we’re here now. You two are all I ever want, okay? The past...it doesn’t fucking matter, Abel,”

“I thought you wanted someone else,” he mumbled, refusing to make eye contact with the Switch, “And.. to hide any feelings I had for you I rushed into a relationship with someone that I barely knew and everything about it just felt… so wrong but you being happy felt more important to me than anything else did.”

He turned his head and met Abel’s mouth in a soft, generous kiss, “You’re never going to have to know, Abel. I mean it...cause I know what it’s like without you..and I never want to experience that again,”

Warmth coursed through Bo as Abel leaned forward and pressed his head against his. He rubbed a hand along Abel’s spine with a soft hum, “I like that Im not alone anymore,”

He really was. Even if he wasn’t a part of this whole thing with Bo and Mowgli, Bo not being alone and finally having people he trusted made him happier than most things did. It was stupid, and sappy, but it was the truth. Bo’s happiness made him happy and he felt like the biggest dweeb for being like that but he couldn’t help it.