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[doggonemad]

[ no one hugs him like this!! lyra and sonata gave him hugs, but nothing quite like this.

slowly, some of the tension leaves him. ]

[throughbamboo]

[that's because this is a bro hug, only bros hug like this]

[doggonemad]

[ inhales slowly, shoulders shaking a bit. ]

[throughbamboo]

[that just makes him hold him a little tighter]

[doggonemad]

[ muffled, against him: ]

Gotta make me a promise.

[throughbamboo]

Hmm?

[doggonemad]

. . .

Don't leave me alone again.

[throughbamboo]

[ugh. Can he make this promise, he's pretty sure he's going to be sent back to jail again, because that's just his fucking life -

. . .

He hugs him even tighter]

I promise.

[doggonemad]

[ he would move heaven and earth to keep him out of jail if that was what he wanted. ]

Yeah?

[throughbamboo]

[he knows]

Yeah.

. . . when I was in prison this last time, I realized I just wanted t'be with the people who believe in me. Nothin' else matters as much as that.

[doggonemad]

've always believed in ya. You could conquer the fuckin' universe.

[throughbamboo]

Ain't worth it if ya ain't doin' it with me.

[doggonemad]

If ya want me, ya got me.

[throughbamboo]

'S all I need.

[doggonemad]

Done.

[ shifts his position so he can rest his chin on Nue, looking up at him. ]

Ya got me.

[throughbamboo]

Good.

[glancing down at him]

Ya got me, too.

[doggonemad]

[ his heart is still pounding, but he seems satisfied. ]

Good.

[throughbamboo]

[yeah, he can still feel that. He squeezes his arm around him again]

We can stop if ya gotta.

[doggonemad]

. . . fuck, I don't wanna. The hell is wrong with me.

[throughbamboo]

Nothin' is wrong with ya.

[doggonemad]

[ mutters incoherent nonsense before finally starting to pull away. ]

[throughbamboo]

[letting his arm drop, drawing back]

[doggonemad]

. . . thanks.

[throughbamboo]

Ya don't gotta thank me, bro.

[doggonemad]

Yeah, I do.