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       "I am. In the best way. I’m completely badass and all that other stuff." He leaned back to look at him, giving a smile as his hands moved to set by the boy’s hips. Sure, they looked similar, but by now Brian had gotten his lip, septum, and hips pierced. He had Daxton’s name tattooed on his wrist too. A lot of modifications had been made, and honestly everyone who could look similar to him always had different little things about them. Specs in their eye, beauty marks.. All those things. “Sometimes I get in really bad moods. You’re lucky that you came now because before I was just.. My temper was really bad. I stopped taking my medication awhile ago, but yeah.. I guess my anger and shit is still bad sometimes still. But it’s better, I think.." He let his head rest against the boy’s shoulder as he massaged his scalp, humming quietly. “Good."

"Mhmm.." Harry nodded, thinking for a moment. Everything they had been speaking about had him troubled in his own mind. There was too much to process in such a short amount of time, but it made him happy somewhat. He knew that Brian cared enough to tell him about his life which was always a plus. Frowning like a worried mother he tilted Brian's chin up, looking him in the eye. "Why do you get in really bad moods? And why don't you take your medicine?" He slowly moved his fingers away from the other male's face, but the expression on his face stayed. "I just missed talking to you, you know that? About anything.. Even when you were angry I didn't mind. I feel different around you, like it's easier to be me no matter who that is.. and I'm really not sure who it is if I'm being honest." Breathing out heavily he continued to press his fingers to Brian's scalp, starting to mumble words to a random lullaby he had in his head. He felt relaxed, at ease, happy.

       "I kind act like one, yeah? I’m a bad bitch." Sure, Brian, sure. He liked this. The closeness. Probably because he missed him so much, it was like within the matter of an hour or so they had completely — or mostly — caught up on everything. “Yeah, I.. I’m usually not this cuddly — I mean.. depending on the person.. but uh.. I missed you so yeah. I’m just happy to have you back." Maybe a little too happy. Lately he felt as though everyone had slipped from his hands and that he was losing people left and right, and now that Harry was here he was never going to let him go. “Yeah.. I understand. I’ve been like that a lot lately." He hummed as the other scratched the back of his head, nuzzling his nose into his neck. “Don’t leave again. Or at least give a warning."

"You're not a bad bitch.. Well, maybe you are but in the best way possible." Letting out a low chuckle he smiled down at the boy who was practically in his lap. He needed to re-familiarize himself with the other male's face and features, something he had done so frequently in the past. Just scanning somebody else' face made him feel so much more comfortable, so much closer to that person. "It's nice when you're cuddly though.. Because I just want to hug you forever and ever and it would be awkward if you didn't want to like even shake my hand." He continued to let his hand ruffle through the curls that laid on the back of Brian's head, fingers massaging his scalp. "I won't leave.. Not at all.. I forgot how much I missed my old life.."

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Daxton wasn’t sure what he was doing, just being overly polite and happy — even though he was screaming on the inside about how depressed he was, but he hid it. It would go away eventually, right? It had to. “T-Thanks. I-I try to be a uh, a c-cool guy, I guess. I really love Brian, so…yeah." Now he was getting a little anxious. “Y-Yeah. Y-Yeah, t-totally. I-I am." he lied, and smiled towards the male.

"Well, if you try to be a cool guy do you mind if I ask you a little question?" He smiled as big as possible, trying to come off as happy as possible for what he was about to ask. "I was talking to your husband earlier.. and he said maybe I could stay with you two? Would that be okay with you, mister Daxton?" He was actually slightly nervous to ask the question, even though he knew he would just go back home after it was done. Perhaps that was the reason why he wanted the answer to be yes so bad, though. He didn't really want to go home and be on his own.

       Brian gave a small smile. “You don’t have to be nervous about it. He’s really nice. Honestly I don’t even know how we mix together considering I’m like a demon and he’s an angel." Looking over at him, he scooted closer to wrap his arms around him, burying his face in his neck as he nuzzled his nose against it. “You can think whatever you want, I just don’t think I am. And you shouldn’t want to die; you’re perfect, Harry. Don’t let things get you down." He nodded, basically crawling into the boy’s lap with his arm draped behind his neck over his shoulders. “I’m happy you found me. I had kind of just accepted that you were gone.. or I pushed it away so I wouldn’t have to think about it. But it’s.. way better that you’re here."

"You are not a demon Bri.." The physical closeness that he was receiving from Brian made him more excited than it should have. Friendship was something that seemed to have been coming few and far between for Harry and being close in sexual relations was much different than being close with a friend. "You're more cuddly than I remember.." He grinned, putting his arms around Brian. He was a bit more like a child in their situation, realizing that good things could happen and maybe he hadn't lost everything from before. "I just want to get out of it all sometimes.. You understand? I'm sure you do.. it's all too much." Pouting Harry started to scratch at the back of Brian's head, ruffling his hair. "I would never be gone forever.. I don't have many people to come back to.. but I wouldn't leave for good."