nico feels thankful for his friend, honey. she had flown with him to rome, sticking around for the past few days, and had been the one to fly and drive him back to teddy’s. she understood that no matter how bad his state, his place wasn’t in any hospital. she’s been there before. hurrying up the stairs, he prays none of the neighbours step outside. his place might not be in a hospital but if anyone sees him like this, covered in dried blood, clothes torn and filthy, hair full of dust, the black tendril-like bruise on his arm where the lightning hit . . . they would surely call the authorities.
he arrives at @teddymasuda‘s door, feeling heavy from hurrying up the stairs. he’s exhausted and in pain ⸺ he’s in so much pain. but he doesn’t let that stop him. using all the strength left in him, he unlocks the door and . . . his body thuds to the ground unpleasantly. he hadn’t realized how heavily he was leaning onto the door. he can’t hide the grimace as every nerve point in his body seems to light up like fireworks. “ teddy. ” he’s already by his side. he grips his arm, not even trying to get off the floor, and smiles as brightly as his mouth allows. “ i love you, theodore. i don’t have a ring for you. ”
