[ if he can stay on his feet long enough to get the next order barked at him from his father, maybe he'll make it. all he can try to do is think of the next step. he's relieved when endeavor releases keigo, and it gives him the strength to try and stand a little longer. he can do it.
if he has to walk back to his room though? he's not sure he can make it that far, so he's almost relieved when endeavor says he can sleep here. they can sleep here. together? it's almost too good to be true, but dabi really does keep his mouth shut this time.
his gaze follows endeavor once again, watching as he goes to the cabinet. another bit of relief. it only makes him wary though, because nothing is given for free. he knows he'll pay for this too, tomorrow mostly likely. for now, maybe endeavor will leave them alone. at least his father has always been predictable in that sense. once he gets what he wants, he goes right back to ignoring him.]
Yes, sir.
[he grits out, wiping blood from his mouth. he's not sure what's happening at the end of the week, but he's too tired to care right now.]
[keigo is more than curious when endeavor mentions the end of the week. he wants to know. he wants to hear what arrangements will be made. while he desires to know all of this, his mouth remains shut, eyes glued on dabi, making sure the other male doesn't collapse.
endeavor comes to scoff, but doesn't state anything more, heading to the door and shoving it open. it's slammed shut and keigo can hear the few locks, deadbolts it seems, that follow.
it matters little to him because he's walking the few steps to dabi, a hand pressing gently to the former villain's upper arm while his other is held out.]
Let me help you.
[he doesn't want dabi to collapse on himself again. and he'd rather get him cleaned up, just to avoid infections. the punch did a number on dabi's face. the staples probably need to be replaced...]
[ he can hardly believe it when endeavor is gone again. maybe he won't bother them again for the rest of the night. there are times when his father can't sleep, or gets a hardon in the middle of the night, and then he comes back- but maybe tonight tired him out more than usual. dabi can only hope.
it's a good thing that keigo is at his side once he does leave, because this is about all he could stand. when keigo holds his arm out, dabi grabs it, collapsing against him instead of the floor. ]
Fuck.
[he grits out, then spits blood from his mouth to the floor. it's not like it matters much anymore. there's plenty of blood and fluids already left behind from more than one occasion.]
Didn't think I was gonna make it.
[he looks down at himself and cringes. he's still half hard, and still has fluids leaking down his legs. he feels so disgusting, but he's too tired to pull away and deal with this on his own. especially when he has keigo here wanting to help him. if he was alone he'd just drop himself down into bed, but he knows keigo probably won't let him do that. he's not too keen on staying in his filth either. he just hates how bad it all must feel for keigo.]
At least there's a bathroom connected to this bedroom. Grab the kit and walk me over there if ya can.
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if he has to walk back to his room though? he's not sure he can make it that far, so he's almost relieved when endeavor says he can sleep here. they can sleep here. together? it's almost too good to be true, but dabi really does keep his mouth shut this time.
his gaze follows endeavor once again, watching as he goes to the cabinet. another bit of relief. it only makes him wary though, because nothing is given for free. he knows he'll pay for this too, tomorrow mostly likely. for now, maybe endeavor will leave them alone. at least his father has always been predictable in that sense. once he gets what he wants, he goes right back to ignoring him.]
Yes, sir.
[he grits out, wiping blood from his mouth. he's not sure what's happening at the end of the week, but he's too tired to care right now.]
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endeavor comes to scoff, but doesn't state anything more, heading to the door and shoving it open. it's slammed shut and keigo can hear the few locks, deadbolts it seems, that follow.
it matters little to him because he's walking the few steps to dabi, a hand pressing gently to the former villain's upper arm while his other is held out.]
Let me help you.
[he doesn't want dabi to collapse on himself again. and he'd rather get him cleaned up, just to avoid infections. the punch did a number on dabi's face. the staples probably need to be replaced...]
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it's a good thing that keigo is at his side once he does leave, because this is about all he could stand. when keigo holds his arm out, dabi grabs it, collapsing against him instead of the floor. ]
Fuck.
[he grits out, then spits blood from his mouth to the floor. it's not like it matters much anymore. there's plenty of blood and fluids already left behind from more than one occasion.]
Didn't think I was gonna make it.
[he looks down at himself and cringes. he's still half hard, and still has fluids leaking down his legs. he feels so disgusting, but he's too tired to pull away and deal with this on his own. especially when he has keigo here wanting to help him. if he was alone he'd just drop himself down into bed, but he knows keigo probably won't let him do that. he's not too keen on staying in his filth either. he just hates how bad it all must feel for keigo.]
At least there's a bathroom connected to this bedroom. Grab the kit and walk me over there if ya can.