[DarkAurion98]

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The couch and the call for food weren't a hateful reminder for the now defeated fairy. It was just Rorik's way to stop his nonsense ramble. Get himself under control and maybe hug his mate like there was no tomorrow hours after, with apologies and soft kisses in the way. The taller man wonders, in which moment such amount of insecurity took over him.

Let's count. Just a few years of marriage, great vacations and fun walks on the forest whenever they can, waking up tangled against each other, scenting themselves. The list goes on and on yet, it just took one day out of routine to get Leekev fuming in alpha mode.

Perhaps the memories of his mother crying due to a cheating father have something to do here? Coal for a dormant fire? That's a story for another narrator. What matters now is the expression "Y-you don't have to, I don't want to trouble you anymore" and the following retreat. The small, fearful tone of his husband's voice hit the human hard, leaving him with a blank stare along pure sadness.

Shortly, he screwed up.

Love... that's all he could say before racing out of the house, behind Marc, the lover he just dissapointed. Even in his fall, he was too late, obliged to swallow his pride when is Erin the one holding Marcus.

Please, let's just, take him inside first. That's his answer for the other carrier, face twisted on a sad frown when noticing his mate is unconcsious.

A pause after, Erin nods.

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I was a fool. He starts. I know is not an excuse, but.... He stops with an ironic laugh. I was jealous. I never noticed how close you two are as friends. Guess I had my head too far up my ass. Admits Rorik, head down, wearing his sweatpants and M's favorite night T-shirt.

-Ok, continue- says Erin with a raised eyebrow, but lips forming a fond smile, already understanding the situation.

- *sigh* it's just, he's been acting weird these days, hiding things for me. Sometimes I find him distracted, lost in thought, and that's not the Marc I know.-

- Does that involve, sickness?-

-Yeah, how do you know?-

-Huh, he told me something about that today. Nothing to worry about though- blushes the teacher.

-Well, that's .... good- the male pauses, fingers forming knots nervously.

- *chuckle* Listen Rorik. I can call you Rorik, right?-

-Yeah, sure-

-You have nothing to be afraid of. I get why you two fought, but Marc loves you. He didn't get tired of repeating that today when we met.-

-Really?- His stare goes up, sudden hope on his eyes.

-Off course! Listen, let's just say his planning something for you, so you better think of an apology that can save your ass. The illness is nothing to worry about, I assure you-

The auctioner strugles to keep his mouth closed, witnessing the true face of this mysterious friend. Erin, thanks. Man I'm so sorry. Don't know how to make it up to you, for all these.

- *snort* forget about me big guy. Is him who needs the I'm sorry speech-

They both smile. After a cup of coffee and checking on a sleeping Mark, his collegue leaves.

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Surprise and illness?. Marc, sweetie, what are you planning? He whispers to the sleeping love of his life, face gently washed clean of tears-

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Marcus wakes up with sun rays creeping trough the window, face pushed against a warm chest and torso wrapped in big, calming arms.

Good morning. Says his husband with a sad face, but a smile anyway. Love, we need to talk. I just..... I'm so sorry, but we need to talk though this, ok? He caresses Marc's messy curls and tender cheeks. Is ok if I hold you while we do it?

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(Yep, long )