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Caelan smiled into the kiss, pulling away after a heartbeat. "I highly doubt that prediction will come true," Caelan said, some amusement in his tone.

Caelan grinned. "I mean.. I wouldn't object to that."

"Oh, come on, I'm not stressed out," Caelan protested, although his words trailed off when Seamus kissed his neck.

"Oh, you don't need to worry, you can. Definitely. Although I'm setting some high expectations." Caelan teased.

Caelan allowed Seamus to lead him to his room, a grin on his face.

you wanna do the fade back in or should I?

Caelan's face was buried between the crook of Seamus's neck and his shoulder, his eyes closed. "Well," He mumbled against Seamus's skin, "You certainly met my expectations."

Caelan let out a content hum, a smile on his lips. "I love you," He murmured.

Caelan pulled his face away from Seamus's neck. "You took mine, too," He admitted.

"I am?" Caelan asked hastily before Seamus kissed him.

Caelan wrapped his arms around Seamus, pulling him close. "Thank you," He mumbled. "You're good at this, too."

"And the same goes for me, Seamus: I love you a lot, too." Caelan told him, before a small smile spread across his lips. "Do you think I'm still stressed?" He joked.

"You're right," Caelan chuckled into the kiss. "You're the best medicine I could have."

"Well, I definitely would." Caelan said.

"Alright, I'll stay here." Luka said, crossing his arms and shifting his weight from one leg to the other. He waited until Erick returned, but in that time frame, he glanced around at the area around him. Some people might perceive it as weird that he stood there and pretty much placed a permanent picture of someone else's house into his mind, but he couldn't help it - it was just something he did.

He was brought back to attention when he heard footsteps approaching, Erick returning with an armful of very professional-looking medical supplies. Christ, where would you get all of that stuff? Luka hadn't ever seen some of the things Erick was holding at the local pharmacy, he must have someone in his immediate family working at the hospital to gain that stuff.

Luka was sat on the ground, and Erick got to work, making Luka wince when he began applying the rubbing alcohol to his cuts, clenching his hands into fists. Sure, he didn't like it, but it was only a little burning sensation, he had felt worse and he could put up with it. That mentality was what helped Luka hold his tongue instead of snapping at Erick to 'screw off' (the nicest words he could come up with at that point). When the doorbell rang and Erick got up to answer, Luka breathed a sigh of relief.

It was a young girl, one who appeared slightly similar to Erick. His sister, maybe? They walked into the kitchen together, Erick telling her to go watch a show and that he'd join her in a little bit. Those words sounded both bad and good to Luka: How long was 'a little bit'? Did that mean they were almost done?

The next little while, it didn't hurt as much, mostly because they'd already gotten all the cuts out of the way. Luka noticed how the pain in his ribs had subsided somewhat, signalling that he probably hadn't broken a rib and it was just badly bruised. Well, whatever. He thought. I'm still going to beat them up.

When Erick announced that he was done, Luka stretched his arms over his head, hearing his shoulders crack. There was a small twinge of pain, but it was very bearable. If Luka hadn't been searching for any pain to complain about to Erick, he might have not even noticed it. "It feels great, honestly." He admitted to Erick. "I guess I have to thank you. You want me to leave now? You've got your sister waiting," He added, gesturing in the direction Iris had went.

Caelan buried his face in Seamus's neck. "... Don't talk about my dad now." He mumbled.

Caelan chuckled. "I guess that would be preferable~"

"So you've said," Caelan joked, returning the kiss. "I love you, too."

Caelan looked towards the door and back to Seamus, giving the other male a quick kiss. "Yeah, I guess so."

Caelan sat up in the bed, stretching his arms above his head as Seamus dressed. "Bye, Seamus. See you later,"