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[ Uh oh, that's a reason to open his eyes: the sight of an offended Fabian looking down at him from above.

Save yourself, Gorgug! ]

--I'm its dad now too?

[ Well, he'll save himself after he finishes getting stuck on this point. He knows he made them family, but does that actually make the baby his too...!!! He knows he's said some things, b-but...! ]

Of course!

[ Fabian says this as if it's such a natural thing, but-- let's be real, it's not something he started finding natural until he got offended over what Gorgug said and needed something to hold against him..

The mind of Fabian Seacaster works in wondrous ways, let's just leave it at that. ]

Are you saying you aren't going to take responsibility for the baby?

[ Are you a deadbeat dad now, Gorgug. Do you, the adopted baby, have something against adopted babies!! ]

[ Oh no. Oh no. He can't even be the cool uncle? He hears those are things for people with uncles. They get to be the fun guy who comes over and gets to leave when they please! ]

Iiiii.... [ That's a really dragged out 'I' there. ] ...have.....??

[ Technically? He just did? But he has to look away from Fabian as he says it because this is an extreme amount of pressure going on here! He's just one Gorgug! One Gorgug in a spiral of bad answers to a test he didn't know he was having! Shit, this is worse than artificing classes!! ]

[ Don't you wish right about now that you just had told Fabian that spending time with him is the best thing and that he's the most special little boy and that everyone should applaud when he walks into a room, Gorgug?

Because it might have been easier. Just saying. ]

That responsibility also involves hanging out with the other parent! [ .. what are you now, Fabian. A trophy wife??

This beautiful mind palace is getting out of control. ]

.. also, you should nap underneath the blankets, not on top of them. [ Only now is he bringing it up.. After that huge dramatic fit that wasn't even really related to the blankets, despite his tugging on them in the middle of it.. ]

[ Gorgug feels like he is in the middle of a tornado. A very small tornado that threatens to swoop him up if he isn't careful! Also, did he become a for real parent? He might need to re-think this whole making Fabian part of the family... ]

But I'll get hot. [ But also, he's willing to drop that discussion (read: run away from it) by focusing on this new topic. Gorgug pinches at his hoodie. ] I'm wearing my hoodie. It's okay.

[ Because clearly Fabian is suggesting this for his benefit, right? There's nothing else behind these instructions. ]

[ Why does Gorgug have to make this so difficult, huh.

Fabian thinks he's being very clear here, after all. (Maybe he isn't being that clear in reality, but in Fabian's very biased perception, he's being very, very clear!) He feels like Gorgug should be able to pick up on what he's putting down. And yet the other seems completely oblivious.

He allows himself to drop backwards so he's lying on his back in the bed again, still with the blankets half off him since Gorgug is obliviously lying right on top of them. ]

Have you never napped together with someone else before?

[ Remember the Hangvan, Gorgug?

.. well, technically that's a little different because it's not exactly a regular bedroom situation in there, but-- still!! ]

[ ????????? why is Fabian talking about napping with people.... ]

Huh? [ Gorgug turns his head to Fabian, trying to figure out what apparently he's missing. Even though- ] I have. I napped with Zelda all the time.

[ So clearly he knows what he's doing here!! But he is putting together the pieces, where napping to Fabian means he needs to get underneath the covers... so he turns on his side, the bed creaking a little, especially when Gorgug...shuffles towards Fabian. Because the blankets are open on his side, so. He's gotta get close to Fabian for absolutely no reason whatsoever. No explanation necessary.

Especially as he pushes up against Fabian as he puts a hand behind him to try and pull up the blankets still trapped under him. ]

You wanna fall asleep listening to music? [ tug, tug, shuffle, shuffle-- ]

...

[ Wait.

Uh, wait? Wait, what's happening. What's happening right now. As Fabian sees his friend moving closer and closer to him, he would definitely like an explanation from the universe as to what's going on here and now, p-please? Thanks?

He stares at Gorgug with a wide eye, not moving an inch - because he doesn't know what Gorgug is doing, so he doesn't realize he should probably move to help out the other. Instead it almost seems like Fabian is frozen for once in his life. ]

What is-- [ He stammers. Sorry, let him try again.

(He's still not answering the question, but.. look, he feels like this question is more important than the one about music! B-Bro, why are you pressing up against him?! Bro?!) ]

What are you doing?

[ Fabian?? Do you want Gorgug to stop to answer you, while he's pressed up against you with your faces close? His white pupils staring down at you... ]

What, you... [ So he starts, but he's looking at Fabian and wondering if... did he get it wrong? Does Fabian not want him to grab the covers to pull over them? Or Gorgug, specifically. That wasn't the thing he was calling him out on?

Give Gorgug a second to think... ]

How do you wanna nap?

[ There. Just. Not answering. Another question for a question! ]

[ The lack of answering is really not helping. Because it leaves Fabian's mind to wander, and it's never a good thing when Fabian's mind wanders. It goes to the wildest places, especially as he's now supposed to know what Gorgug wants by pressing all up against him like this?

It's not like they haven't had close physical contact like this before, especially between all the Hangvan sleeping piles and their regular Bloodrush practice and games, but it still feels a little bit different in this context.

Different enough that Fabian's cheeks just become sliiightly darker than they usually are. H-He's not blushing, you are!! Shut up!! ]

I, uh..

[ M-Maybe he should just assume what Gorgug wants. Answer the question for him.

That sounds safe, right? ]

Do you want to cuddle? [ Is that it, bro?? Is that what's going on here??

Please know this can totally be misunderstood as Fabian asking for it, rather than Fabian assuming what Gorgug might want.. It's unfortunate wording in an unfortunate context, that's for sure. The way Fabian is blushing and absolutely does not seem to dare to move in this moment, totally frozen up, may not be helping.. ]

[ Sure, the two of them are close, but that part bothers Gorgug less than the idea that he's doing something odd (that has nothing to do with close body contact). But Fabian is usually quick to tell him if something's wrong, so he just has to wait, he thinks. Even if something about Fabian's face looks...funny. Like he's been caught unaware, and-- Gorgug doesn't think he's accidentally touching his dick or anything?

(It's a nice face, anyway. There's nothing wrong with Fabian's face.)

But, oh: the question comes out. Cuddling? It's a funny word out of Fabian's mouth, Gorgug's eyes widening slightly to the question (the request?). Gorgug looks aside, wondering, and-- well, he doesn't care about getting up close to Fabian if that's what he wants, so, when he looks back... ]

Okay. [ Okay. Gorgug relaxes his body, not moving back, and he takes his arm from behind him (where it was working to grab those blankets from under him) to somewhere around Fabian's waist. ]

Do you want me to... like this?

[ Do you want him to hold you, bro? King? ]

[ If Fabian was thinking just a little bit more clearly here, it'd be pretty easy to figure out what's currently going on. It would be easy to realize that it's just a misunderstanding, and that rather than this being something Gorgug actively wants, it's just him going along with the thing he misunderstood from Fabian.

But of course Fabian isn't thinking clearly. He's just a little bit too freaked out right now to be able to do that. So he's just assuming that 'okay' isn't Gorgug agreeing with him, but Gorgug confirming that Fabian guessed his intentions right.

S-So-- They're doing this now, right.

T-they're doing it? Except Gorgug is asking him his preferences, and it's very confusing, and oh gods, Fabian was not ready--

Fabian isn't moving.

Mostly because he's frozen up, but it could also just be taken as him accepting the touch easily.. ]

Sure?

[ If that's what you want, Gorgug?? Please don't pay attention to how flushed Fabian's cheeks look in this moment, king. ]

Do you want to? Like that?

[ They're hitting each other and themselves in their confusion.. ]

[ There's nothing to be read about Fabian not moving, right? He's seeing what Gorgug's doing, and then they can relax in a while--once they know what the other is doing. And Fabian seems okay about his arm being around him if he is? ]

Yeah. I like this.

[ Having his arm around a waist. Granted, he's never thought about it with Fabian, or if he likes this in regards to cuddling with the bros in bed, but--it's not bad, is it? And if Fabian wants to be sure that Gorgug's cool with it, Gorgug should tell him it's good, it's fine.

He can even start to slouch down, bring his head closer to the pillows and get comfortable. Fortunately for Fabian, Gorgug isn't paying too close attention to Fabian's face now, and he's more visible on one side than the other. ]

This is nice. [ Right? Isn't it? ] You want me to pull the blanket over?

Uh. [ ... ] Sure.

[ It doesn't help that the way his heart is beating so rapidly with surprise and fluster is kind of distracting. If Fabian had a little bit more time to actually think about this situation, he'd realize that it's.. kind of nice, actually. He isn't sure if it's nice in general, or if that thought is heavily colored by the fact that he spent months sleeping all alone in a far too big bed in a far too big empty house, but there's something about the presence of having someone important to him close by that's kind of nice.

So he doesn't move away from the touch. Even when Gorgug pulls the blankets over them, Fabian just stays there where he is, like he's too worried about accidentally shaking off the hold if he'd move, if he'd give Gorgug the wrong idea. And then not being strong enough to ask for the touch to be returned.

Fabian is just quiet. His heart is still going too fast for him to fall asleep, so he speaks up again, quietly. Gorgug probably hasn't fallen asleep yet, right? He said he wasn't even tired. ]

... you don't think this place will make you wake up in your own bed again, do you?

[ With affirmation given, Gorgug does what he offered, taking away his arm from Fabian's waist so that he can gather and pull the blanket over them, enough so Fabian can adjust it if he wants. But Gorgug's arm then goes back to where it was, like this is where it's supposed to go now--because it is, right? It'd be weird to move it somewhere else. Like he's uncomfortable with this, or something, and he's really not.

But he's relaxing, or getting relaxed. They're meant to sleep, but Gorgug hasn't closed his eyes yet-- not by the time Fabian speaks up, but if his eyes were closed, then he would've started to consider it. But now he's thinking--about that question. ]

They said we're family now. [ So that means he should wake up wherever he slept, right? Though, Fabian asking that is... ] Does that happen?

[ Do people magically switch beds? That's weird. ]

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