Trust me, if I thought you had, we would be having a very different conversation. [ There would have been so much more yelling involved. ] I understand. It was just... bad luck. Bad luck that still happened, but I do understand why you- you jumped to action like you did. Any other time it probably would have been... well, not fine, this isn't fine. But... less bad.
[Less of Varian having to face Jun's mortality full on. Varian doesn't want to call it fate, either. It was just... terrible, awful bad luck. Just the wrong turn of a body, the wrong sort of gun, the wrong angle- multiple little things building up to make this one, big awful thing. He gives his partner's hand a squeeze as it's taken- because he knows. He knows Jun would never willingly give up his life like that.
He takes a deep breath- tamping it down again. Once this is over, once Jun has seen the doctors and had the bullet removed, once Varian knows that everything is stable and it can't get any worse, then he'll let the flood waters rise. He'll let all the feeling he's putting back come in and let it drown him for a little while. He'll let himself cry. But not now. Not yet. ]
I know they do, and you know I'm always here to listen. Help you... help you get some of the weight off.
[ The fact his partner trusts him with the honesty is something he truly treasures. He lets out a soft, amused snort, leaning in to less a kiss on Jun's forehead. ]
It still doesn't count. [ Yes, this is the argument that is going to get them through this hell, thanks for asking! ] But don't worry, I won't make work- it's stuff I could actually use help with. We just grabbed what we could from your closet, but it's your stuff. You know it better than anyone. If I can bring a box over for you to organise into stuff I can actually use, that means I can use my time in actually making things.
[ It's a time saver for him, and keeps Jun sane for him. ]
I still want to make you a stretcher- we need to get you out to the hospital eventually - no that's not up for debate - and even then, I wanna be prepared just in case this place stops being safe. Then I figure the rest can be helping them get through this. Pretty sure I can fashion a gun at least with what we have. Maybe a grappling hook?
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[Less of Varian having to face Jun's mortality full on. Varian doesn't want to call it fate, either. It was just... terrible, awful bad luck. Just the wrong turn of a body, the wrong sort of gun, the wrong angle- multiple little things building up to make this one, big awful thing. He gives his partner's hand a squeeze as it's taken- because he knows. He knows Jun would never willingly give up his life like that.
He takes a deep breath- tamping it down again. Once this is over, once Jun has seen the doctors and had the bullet removed, once Varian knows that everything is stable and it can't get any worse, then he'll let the flood waters rise. He'll let all the feeling he's putting back come in and let it drown him for a little while. He'll let himself cry. But not now. Not yet. ]
I know they do, and you know I'm always here to listen. Help you... help you get some of the weight off.
[ The fact his partner trusts him with the honesty is something he truly treasures. He lets out a soft, amused snort, leaning in to less a kiss on Jun's forehead. ]
It still doesn't count. [ Yes, this is the argument that is going to get them through this hell, thanks for asking! ] But don't worry, I won't make work- it's stuff I could actually use help with. We just grabbed what we could from your closet, but it's your stuff. You know it better than anyone. If I can bring a box over for you to organise into stuff I can actually use, that means I can use my time in actually making things.
[ It's a time saver for him, and keeps Jun sane for him. ]
I still want to make you a stretcher- we need to get you out to the hospital eventually - no that's not up for debate - and even then, I wanna be prepared just in case this place stops being safe. Then I figure the rest can be helping them get through this. Pretty sure I can fashion a gun at least with what we have. Maybe a grappling hook?