#recovery
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maybe there is no best version of myself. just me, right now, vulnerable and tired and hopeful, willing to show up regardless of what it looks like.
No. 16 - ON A NEED TO KNOW BASIS
recovery | scars | aftermath
It was strange, living with Fao. No longer living at, or sofa surfing from house to house, but with. He got to spend the early mornings in someone’s arms. Loved. Late nights were spent under the covers and added the fire to their relationship. He wasn’t knocking it, it was the best he’d had, if he was being honest, but there were different ways to be intimate.
Laying with Fao was the best part of being off shift, but it was rare they both had the same days off. It just made it more special, and Harrison was determined not to waste it.
He rolled over, gently shifting Fao’s hand from his waist. His boyfriend was still asleep, his hair over his face slightly. He watched him for a little while, until he decided he was being far too creepy, and tucked himself in Fao’s arms. His hand rested across Fao’s chest, his fingers hovering over the scars there. The scars he’d made. He swallowed thickly. Of course, not all of them were his, he knew that, but knew the other scars had an even worse story behind them.
Fao stirred after a few moments, stretching out and humming at the sight of his boyfriend curled up next to him.
“Mornin’.” He said, voice rough with sleep.
“Sorry.” He pulled back. “I didn’t mean to wake you.”
“Mm, it’s ‘kay.”
“Did you want breakfast? I can go make something?” He offered.
“You mean burn something? Jus’ stay?” He murmured. “I like laying here wit’ you.”
He relaxed back down, easily persuaded by Fao. “Alright.”
“What’re you doin’ up?” Fao murmured. “Thought you wanted to sleep in.”
“Just needed to move. Had been in the same position too long.”
“Mmm. You’re warm.”
“So are you.”
Fao stretched out, getting comfortable beside his boyfriend.
“It’s nice.” Hars said softly. “Not having to get up.”
“Yeah.” Fao breathed. “Really is.”
Harrison traced patterns across Fao’s chest. “I wish we could stay like this all the time.”
Harrison’s fingers left goosebumps on Fao’s skin. “You’d miss work too much.”
“Nah. It would be worth it.”
“Mm? I dunno.”
“You prefer work to me?”
“You’re at work, to be fair.”
He hummed. “Good save.”
“‘m smart.”
“Sure you are.” He stretched to kiss Fao, balancing himself on his elbow.
Fao smiled into the kiss, tilting his head up to his boyfriend.
“It’s a good job you’re cute.” He breathed.
“Yeah?”
“You could get away with murder and I’d still be here.”
“Am not planning on murder.”
“Glad to hear it.” He laughed quietly.
“Not today, anyway.”
“I’m sorry.” Harrison said softly, almost to himself.
“What for?”
“All of these.” He murmured, his fingers finally tracing the scars.
“Why?”
“I made these.”
“Saved my life, Tomcat.”
He shook his head, swallowing against the lump in his throat. It was easier for Fao; he’d not had to hold his best friend’s heart in his hands.
“I know it’s hard.” He said gently. “But you went above and beyond for me, and I really appreciate it. The scar just reminds me of all that you did.”
“You don’t get it.”
“I can’t even imagine what you went through…”
He cleared his throat, sitting up and turning away. Fao didn’t need his emotions tied to his scars, he’d been through enough without Harrison adding to it.
Fao whined. “Hey, come back.” He reached out for his boyfriend, pushing the duvet back.
“I’m just going to get up, get dressed.” He said, his voice wavering.
Fao sat up, wrapping his arms around Harrison. “I’m sorry.”
He shrugged his way out of Fao’s grip. “It’s fine.”
“No, come on.”
“It’s fine.” He said firmly.
“If it’s fine, come back to bed.” He said. “I’m sorry about my scars.”
“They’re not your fault.”
“And they’re not yours either.”
He scoffed. “I made them.”
“You did what you had to do.” He murmured carefully. “The same way the ortho who fixed my hip did. The scar is a means to an end. Hell, it’s decently neat, too.”
He managed a tiny laugh. “Neat wasn’t exactly on my to-do list.”
“Managed it. Though you didn’t close, so you can’t take all the credit.”
“Guess they did all the hard work.”
“No, you did. I owe you my life, Hars. I know what you did was impossible, felt impossible, but that scar jus’ reminds me I have people who care.”
He shifted to face Fao. “It would have been impossible losing you.”
“And you didn’t.”
“Icouldn’t.”
“And I’m still here.”
“I’m glad.”
“Please don’t beat yourself up about my scars, Tomcat.”
“I’m always going to.”
Fao put his arm around Harrison again, shifting to move closer to him. His fingers brushed over his scars and he made a noise. “I know. And I hate that I wasn’t there to help you, but…” His voice caught. “But we’re both still here.”
He swallowed thickly, leaning into Fao. “I couldn’t lose you. I can’t.”