A bit of dissociation, past cannibalism references for one sentence
The sun had long since gone down and the stars had long since come out, the world outside silent aside from the crickets and occasional frog chirping, everyone in their respective homes and likely asleep.
Pac was not one of those, one of the island members asleep that is, he had tried to do so and started off that way for a bit, but as most nights tend to go, have gone especially lately, he gave up and resigned himself to simply continue to lay in bed and watch the lines along his ceiling dance in his imagination and unfocus.
When the very distinct rumble of the elevator- though faint because it was on the other side of the Lab- sounded though, he wiped the lack of sleep from his eyes and took shaky steps to the doorway of his room.
And then the elevator paused and revealed an equally (less than shocking) awake and slightly shaking Cellbit at the now open doors.
Of all the questions on Pac's mind he could ask his visitor, like "do you know what time it is" or "why are you here" or "why was it me that you came to", what in fact came out of his mouth was "I have hot chocolate?"
And of all the things Cellbit could have responded with, like "I know it's late" or "am I bothering you" or "I'm sorry", he only said "alright" and they followed each other to the kitchen.
Pac got out two mugs- but not the green one, he got his own blue one though, and it looked almost lonely, even though there was a white one beside it- and the cocoa powder and milk while Cellbit sat on one of the kitchen chairs.
He joined him with two warm mugs and two spoons at the table moments later, taking a sip once stirred, an apology falling from both of their tongues.
The first red number on the panel above the stove stood still at three, the second and third numbers ticked to three and zero.
Pac shook his head and took another sip.
"Não faço muito mais, não tenho desde então."
Pac cut himself off and left the sentence unfinished intentionally, Cellbit nodded all the same.
A glance to the gap in the blinds looking at the navy sky.
Cellbit sipped his hot chocolate.
"Eu tive um sonho eu acho?"
"Ou talvez não seja um sonho."
"Falar sobre isso ajudaria?"
"Não sei, talvez, eu acabei de-"
The sentence was left unfinished, he didn't seem to have any need to continue it, so Pac let him be.
Cellbit's mug was almost empty, he could see it across the table, his eyes seeing something far away and he still trembled slightly.
"You're real, Cellbit, I promise."
"I'm real, I'm right here."
Pac stood and showed Cellbit his open palm.
He took it and lead them both to the kitchen floor.
Pac sitting with crossed legs, Cellbit half sat in his lap half pressed against his chest, shushing into his hair softly.
"Você está aqui, e é real. Eu estou aqui, e sou real. Você está vivo, e não está sonhando, eu prometo."
Cellbit was still holding Pac's hand, less so holding it where their palms closed, but he was holding it and tracing the back of it nonsensically.
Pac with one hand over it so Cellbit's hand was sandwiched carefully, the other up and gently playing with the hair at the nape of his neck.
He adjusted one of his legs very gently to make them both more comfortable sitting, the faux one from a couple inches above his knee to his toes, Cellbit's eyes still full and far away but now focused on something else.
He carefully twitched the fingers of the hand Pac wasn't holding to regain feeling in his hand, then brought them forward, touching it even though it was covered by the fabric of his sweat pants.
And of course Pac flinched lightly, it was moreso out of surprise and who was touching it rather than actual pain, at least any that wasn't phantom.
It was a strange thing to hear him apologize.
Mostly because they've shared too many something like one's over the years for them to feel like anything anymore, any that were for one, genuine, and for another, actually spoken.
They had done something like forgive each other already and it still stands probably.
"Eu acho que deveria estar."
Pac hummed an affirmative and kissed the crown of Cellbit's hair.
"Eu acho que deveria estar."
"Você quer saber uma coisa?"
Cellbit hummed and traced one of Pac's palms with a finger still sandwiched between his hands.
Both of them nodded with a sigh in equal realization and what could've been defeat.
Pac gently stood and offered an open palm, which the other took, and lead them to the other room, both of them looking at the green and blue pillow cases and the still in place comforter in silence.
Pac started to walk them both over to the bed before he could reconsider any thought.
Cellbit paused so both were still standing.
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