Reminders

[notthatcrazy]

It's been several weeks since they, for lack of a better word, eloped, and while things have been good, he's still feeling strangely anxious. He's never really felt the need to hide, at least not from the team, but he's been uncharacteristically quiet.

He spots the stuffed cow on one of his thrift store crawls, which Face had declined to join him on. He stares at it for a good while, almost certain it's not really there, before he grabs it off the shelf and pays the meager fifty cent price for it.

When he gets back to the ramshackle rental house they've holed up in, he heads right to the bedroom without saying a word. When Face gets back from his own supply run, he's greeted by by Hannibal's stern look.

"You need to go talk to him."

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[notthatcrazy]

"Except when we're not."

He says it in a lighthearted tone, but really... when it's true, it's true.

He leans into Face's touch, sighing. "I'm too tired to push this any further, but think about it, okay? It doesn't help keeping everything inside."

Not that he expects him to believe it after spending most of his life doing just that.

He takes the hand that isn't petting his hair and holds it tight, trying to let him know without speaking that however they're doing individually, their relationship is still going strong.

[notjustaface]

Those times are hard to wrap his mind around, like that void of memory that he can't really bring himself to deal with.

"Yeah," he murmurs, his strokes slowing to a tender caress. "I'll think about it."

His fingers curl, squeezing hard with the heat of a sigh. "It'll be fine."

[notthatcrazy]

He curls up even closer to him, if that's possible. It's still pretty early in the day, but the cloud of depression hasn't fully left him yet.

It's better, though. By far.

"I just hope you really believe that."