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[He feels the shudder and can practically hear the spiral. He flies the cloud up to a roof and pulls Wylan to sit down on the cloud with him. He gently cupped his cheeks and looked him in the eye.]

Okay. Breathe. In. One, two, three, four. Hold, one, two, three, four. Out, one, two, three, four. Like that. Breathe with me. In. Hold. Out.

This isn't your fault. In. One, two, three, four. Hold, one, two, three, four. Out, one, two, three, four.

[Wylan only recognizes the spiral when MK prompts him to breathe. That's right. Inhale, hold, all on the counts. By the second set of counts, Wylan is starting to calm down and he nods in MK's hands. Not his fault. He could never have predicted this fallout.

He never wanted this fallout. He never wanted to hurt anyone. But he can breathe. Inhale, hold. Exhale, hold. Inhale, hold.]

There we go. Just like that. You got it. This isn't your fault. We can't control our hearts. How we feel and for who.

I don't blame you. I mean it. This is not your fault in any way.

[It's mine. He keeps those words inside.]

[As the calm settles over him, Wylan looks up at him with open adoration. He leans in, his hands cupping MK's cheeks in return, and presses his lips to MK's.

This is one of the many reasons he caught feelings for MK in the first place and in the absence of the anxiety, he is overwhelmed by a swell of affection and a need to express it.]

[MK sees the way Wylan lights up and he is glad that the spiral seems to be stopped. Then those hands are on his cheeks. Lips are touching his. His eyes widen and he freezes for a moment. Gently he kisses back. He keeps the kiss simple if he can. His eyes stay open, watching Wylan. Trying to just feel this through right now.]

[The kiss is relatively short as Wylan pulls back just enough to smile at MK.]

Thank you. [And then a small quirk of his lips.] I knew there was a reason I liked you.

[Mk smiles back and chuckles softly.]

You're welcome. We called it, right? We can stop each other from spiraling.

We can! [Wylan needs to remember that breathing technique for next time.] How are you feeling?

Let's make a thing then. No matter what happens, we can call each other when we feel like we're spiraling.

[Friends or boyfriends. Either way, it is something they both understand about each other. They can help each other. MK's face falls a little when he's asked how he's feeling.]

A lot of things but...I can't talk about it out loud. ...A-Are you okay if I answer with telepathy?

Of course you talk to me with telepathy.

[Wylan nods firmly.]

Whatever you need.

Edited 2025-01-03 16:57 (UTC)

Okay. I wanted to make sure since not everyone is okay with it. [A very hard lesson ingrained in MK now. He swaps to telepathy.]

I hurt Macaque. And I feel awful about it. I'm sad and it hurts. I'm not okay and I'm going to try and be okay but right now? I'm not okay. That's why I wanted to go on this date still. We don't have to think and we can just have fun for a few hours. It's a good distraction. And I would like that right now. Do you still wanna go get all messy with paint and play music and just have fun?

[Wylan’s heart quietly breaks at hearing that dating him has caused so much hurt. Being able to go on a date now almost seems trivial but what does MK want?]

I want you to feel better. Wherever and whatever that is.

[MK doesn't blame Wylan. He can't. It isn't his fault. MK did this. MK feels he did it all and it's all his fault. He didn't think about any of it. He just went along for the ride and this is where he's ended up. Wylan is kind and a great guy. He's a good friend.

MK put them all in this situation. Macaque, Wylan, and himself. It's his fault.

MK smiles softly, putting back on a more happy face.]

Let's go have fun. We can talk and worry about all this later. I wanna go get super messy with paint and play piano with our feet and just laugh.

Edited 2025-01-03 17:18 (UTC)

[Wylan waits for MK to speak. And smiles quietly as MK suggest they continue.]

I would really love that. Let’s go.

[MK nods and up the cloud goes, flying them to their destination now quicker than before. They land and MK stands, helping Wylan up with him. They head inside and MK checks them in for their room. When they get there, the room is covered in white walls. Paints come in sizes of small pallets to whole buckets, zip-up body suits, and brushes galore. As they walk into the room, the floor has tiles. They light up with each step and play a musical note.

The big thing being there's no writing anywhere. Nothing to read. Only room to create.]

Pretty cool, right?

[Wylan happily curls an arm around one of MK’s as they cross toward the room.

And it truly is magical to see a room like this. There’s so much writing all over Ellipsa. Signs to go here, signs to go there. And he can’t read any of them.

But here there’s nothing but paint and !!! a piano! Wylan scoots over to the piano and starts playing an upbeat tune, looking over the top of the piano at MK.]

[MK smiles and walks over to stand at the end of the piano. It's even stark white too. He bobs his head to the music, meeting Wylan's eyes and gives him a wink.]

So you make music, I make art. We just have fun.

[Mindless fun without reading or thinking about whatever is waiting for them outside this room. MK pries open a paint can and it's red. He grins as he just splashes it against one of the walls and starts using his hands to spread it around. Which was why he said to bring clothes Wylan didn't mind getting dirty. They were going to have paint all over them by the time this was done.]

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