"Okay," he agrees quietly as he holds onto Quentin and lays his head on his shoulder. It's best that way, he knows, given his and Jedao's tendency to wrap themselves around each other, but he doesn't want Quentin to feel left out.
"That's what we're all here for, isn't it?" he asks, voice muffled a little against Quentin's neck. "It's good, being able to do that, and knowing you'll both be here for me when I need it."
Well, some of them have better track records than others. He's spent the whole night in a bit of a fear that he was going to pull off a repeat of Christmas. It turns out, easing back and letting Fives take the lead is a good plan, though.
He lifts his head so he can give Quentin a quick, gentle kiss on each cheek and the tip of his nose.
"I'm better with violence, I understand it," he offers by way of agreement. "But you're so much better at other things, at... alternatives." Like Jedao's new and very promising foray into actually studying mental health and ways to treat it.
"I think we're all lucky, to have each other." He thinks they all shore up and compensate for each others' weaknesses and blind spots in ways he'd never have been able to anticipate.
His shoulders drop, and he gives Fives a look of gentle, pained relief. A 'thank you for understanding.' He can have pity on himself for not having any natural facility with this kind of thing, but it helps that Fives understands too, sees his value in other ways.
"What can I get you? Plate of food before bed, cup of cocoa?"
Fives stretches up just a bit to give Quentin a kiss on the forehead. He definitely appreciates all the things Quentin brings to the table, and... he's glad that violence or comfort with violence isn't one of them. He loves his gentleness, even as he knows how deadly he can be if he has to (and loves that as well).
"Force, cocoa sounds perfect. That spicy kind you make? And I'll get cleaned up and then we can all get some rest." Hopefully Jedao will manage to get some decent sleep, and so will they.
And all the little things he thinks of and does make things so much easier, and nicer, for both Fives and Jedao. Little touches that smooth the harsh edges off their lives.
Fives feels almost content, despite the events of the evening, as he strips off his gauntlets and toes out of his boots, then goes to wash his face and hands and strip down the rest of the way so he can pull on a pair of soft, baggy shorts he found in the wardrobe to sleep in. Usually he sleeps nude these days, but this isn't that kind of night. He pads quietly out into the kitchen when he's done, wraps his arms around Quentin's waist, and lays his head against the back of his flesh shoulder. Jedao will be fine alone for a couple minutes.
Fives stretches to kiss Quentin's cheek as he leans back into him.
"I... mostly try not to," he admits. He hasn't had many good dreams in his life, and even now the nightmares still predominate. "But sometimes, yeah. I try to hold onto the good ones."
He says, with his eyes lightly shut for a few seconds, before he remembers himself and lifts up with a hum of surprise to stir the milk before it can scald.
"I mean what happens? You don't need to sleep, J's always awake even when he shouldn't be- you're on the edge, he's in the middle, I'm lying there dead to the world but you can't raise your voices too loud or rock the bed-"
"Oh. I mean, I do need to sleep, just not as much as you guys. And we do sleep off and on, talk a little sometimes, or just rest quietly. Sometimes one of us gets up for a while, if the nightmares have been bad or something. And, y'know, you'd be surprised how little rocking the bed a blowjob produces," he adds, grinning.
He smiles at that thought, and turns his head so Fives can see it. He nuzzles into him a moment, and then reaches back to squeeze his hip before pulling away to pour his cocoa.
"Sometimes I hear whispers of it- but it's comforting."
Fives kisses the corner of that smile. "It's nice, having you there, hearing your breathing, knowing you're safe and comfortable. And it's nice to just... lay there and kiss and talk quietly and then drift back to sleep next to you. Comforting," he agrees after a moment.
Quentin cleans the couple of dishes, empties the drying rack, and then comes to join him. He moves to change into pyjamas, smiling at Fives, having a quick look at Jedao to reassure himself he's here and okay, and then moves to start undressing, to change into his pyjamas.
"He looks younger when he's sleeping. And more tired."
Fives is sitting at the head of the bed, stripped down to the boxers he's taken to sleeping in sometimes, with his mug cradled between his hands.
He looks down at Jedao where he's shifted so his hip is pressed to his shoulder and nods solemnly. "He does." He sighs and turns to watch Quentin change. "I wish we could help him more," he murmurs. "He's working so kriffing hard." So much harder than it seems like most inmates do, and he hates to see him like this.
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Date: 2020-04-27 07:23 am (UTC)"That's what we're all here for, isn't it?" he asks, voice muffled a little against Quentin's neck. "It's good, being able to do that, and knowing you'll both be here for me when I need it."
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Date: 2020-04-27 11:58 am (UTC)Well, some of them have better track records than others. He's spent the whole night in a bit of a fear that he was going to pull off a repeat of Christmas. It turns out, easing back and letting Fives take the lead is a good plan, though.
"-thank you for being great at it."
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Date: 2020-04-27 09:34 pm (UTC)"I'm better with violence, I understand it," he offers by way of agreement. "But you're so much better at other things, at... alternatives." Like Jedao's new and very promising foray into actually studying mental health and ways to treat it.
"I think we're all lucky, to have each other." He thinks they all shore up and compensate for each others' weaknesses and blind spots in ways he'd never have been able to anticipate.
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Date: 2020-04-27 09:37 pm (UTC)"What can I get you? Plate of food before bed, cup of cocoa?"
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Date: 2020-04-28 12:15 am (UTC)"Force, cocoa sounds perfect. That spicy kind you make? And I'll get cleaned up and then we can all get some rest." Hopefully Jedao will manage to get some decent sleep, and so will they.
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Date: 2020-04-28 10:26 pm (UTC)This is how he does best- in bite sized little bits of accomplishing things for his people.
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Date: 2020-04-29 12:11 am (UTC)Fives feels almost content, despite the events of the evening, as he strips off his gauntlets and toes out of his boots, then goes to wash his face and hands and strip down the rest of the way so he can pull on a pair of soft, baggy shorts he found in the wardrobe to sleep in. Usually he sleeps nude these days, but this isn't that kind of night. He pads quietly out into the kitchen when he's done, wraps his arms around Quentin's waist, and lays his head against the back of his flesh shoulder. Jedao will be fine alone for a couple minutes.
"Thank you, cyar'ika," he murmurs.
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Date: 2020-04-29 12:20 am (UTC)He promises, and sways back into him, leaning into Fives while he stirs the pot on the stovetop, finishing up his drink.
"Do you remember your dreams, Fives?"
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Date: 2020-04-29 12:25 am (UTC)"I... mostly try not to," he admits. He hasn't had many good dreams in his life, and even now the nightmares still predominate. "But sometimes, yeah. I try to hold onto the good ones."
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Date: 2020-04-29 11:54 am (UTC)He says, with his eyes lightly shut for a few seconds, before he remembers himself and lifts up with a hum of surprise to stir the milk before it can scald.
"What's it like for you guys, when I'm sleeping?"
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Date: 2020-05-02 05:56 am (UTC)"What do you mean, what's it like for us?"
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Date: 2020-05-02 12:36 pm (UTC)Turning to look up at him, curiously.
"What happens?"
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Date: 2020-05-03 09:45 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2020-05-03 09:54 pm (UTC)"Sometimes I hear whispers of it- but it's comforting."
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Date: 2020-05-04 12:15 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2020-05-04 12:41 pm (UTC)"Go watch over him. I'll be right in."
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Date: 2020-05-04 11:34 pm (UTC)"All right, I'll be waiting." And he turns to head back in to keep watch over Jedao.
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Date: 2020-05-04 11:49 pm (UTC)"He looks younger when he's sleeping. And more tired."
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Date: 2020-05-11 06:25 am (UTC)He looks down at Jedao where he's shifted so his hip is pressed to his shoulder and nods solemnly. "He does." He sighs and turns to watch Quentin change. "I wish we could help him more," he murmurs. "He's working so kriffing hard." So much harder than it seems like most inmates do, and he hates to see him like this.