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[pocketspa]

[Not really. Sometimes, having someone to cry against is enough.

He shuffles back, sitting up so he can take a spare pillow and push it into Barry's arms to roll him another direction. Chill there for a sec Barold, he needs the real estate. It's not a bed built for three, but seeing as Taako intends to be as curled up in Kravitz as possible, it probably won't matter.]

C'mere.

[As soon as he reaches him, Taako will settle back in to his chest, ears flat and hands grasping at Kravitz' lapels. He has to hold on to something as he fights back the tears.]

[knockthemdead]

[Barry hardly seems the type to mind some cramped sleeping space. Particularly not, Kravitz has to imagine, at this moment in time. It's surely the last of his worries.

He moves into Taako's space the moment his boyfriend affirms that it's what he wants; hands soothing and presses kisses to the top of his head in the hope that comfort is the one thing he can offer right now. He isn't sure what else he could possibly do. Nothing will make this right.]

[pocketspa]

[Who gives a shit about Barry right now, frankly, as far as Taako's concerned. Kravitz does everything right, and when he wakes up he'll have time to deal with that. Right now, he just tucks himself in small, head into the crook of Kravitz' neck, hands grasping at his chest with his knees tucked in. He knows he's a wreck right now, and he's out of words to say as much.

So for once, in the knowledge that Kravitz has seen him at his worst before, he just lets himself fall apart, shaking and crying into the other man's chest until hopefully, he falls asleep.]

[knockthemdead]

[Kravitz doesn't sleep.

Not because he can't make himself, because he could- but because he doesn't want Taako to wake up at any point to face this by himself. Or have a nightmare, one that Kravitz isn't there to wake him from. Or decide in the middle of the night to leave, alone, and do something reckless. Or-

He sighs in frustration, tears building in his eyes and sliding sideways down onto the pillow, some landing in Taako's hair. How many losses do they need to endure? It feels so needlessly cruel.

Kravitz holds onto Taako, and he waits for the morning.]