[Blue himself isn't positive that everything that's happened isn't something he's dreaming, passed out drunk in the corner of that party somewhere or along the road or on Arcanine's back, whatever of this night has been real- but Red is here and warm and he feels real, even if he isn't. So maybe this is just someone's crazy powers making him hallucinate, but it was nice all the same. He always dreamed of Red.]
[When Red speaks, Blue's ears always catch it, rare and precious as his voice was. It's impossible for him to miss the reassurance even with his head spinning, even with his eyes clouded up and stinging with tears, so that when Red's hands are on his hot cheeks he nods dumbly, just lets it happen even if the promise sounds impossible, and lets the tears fall. Red was here. Red said he would be here. Red never broke his promises.]
[It's amazing that Blue has made it this far, frankly, running on fumes as he was, and his body finally slumps against Red's with a quiet groan as the adrenaline peaks. His head was spinning, and yet he didn't want to let go of this dream just yet. He wanted to kiss Red again. He wanted to say everything there was to say, ten or twenty years of it, but he thought that if he spoke again he'd probably throw up. So he buries his face against Red's shoulder and neck instead, and moans again, and finally lets go.]
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[When Red speaks, Blue's ears always catch it, rare and precious as his voice was. It's impossible for him to miss the reassurance even with his head spinning, even with his eyes clouded up and stinging with tears, so that when Red's hands are on his hot cheeks he nods dumbly, just lets it happen even if the promise sounds impossible, and lets the tears fall. Red was here. Red said he would be here. Red never broke his promises.]
[It's amazing that Blue has made it this far, frankly, running on fumes as he was, and his body finally slumps against Red's with a quiet groan as the adrenaline peaks. His head was spinning, and yet he didn't want to let go of this dream just yet. He wanted to kiss Red again. He wanted to say everything there was to say, ten or twenty years of it, but he thought that if he spoke again he'd probably throw up. So he buries his face against Red's shoulder and neck instead, and moans again, and finally lets go.]