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[amicably_absent]

It was something Ambrose had been putting off doing.

In the privacy of his rooms, he took off his coat and hung it up, slipping off his shoes and tucking them under the bed. His socks went next, into the laundry chute, then his shirt (off over the head), and his striped undershirt, which was tossed down as well. He dumped his pants down there as well, mildly disgruntled at Glitch's refusal to bother with underwear.

He cracked the curtains to let a streak of setting sunlight through. He walked forwards, tugging the cloth from the mirror.

It was not as bad as he feared.

It was not as good as he had hoped.

Some of the scars were vaguely familiar. One on his arm from a sword fight, maybe. On his hand from a design that went wrong. Others though...

He turned, looking at himself. He was even paler than he had been, arms and legs thinner, but there was wiry muscle. It seemed to be the fat had gone first, then the muscles. Little relief, but it was something.

It was still a sight he didn't like. The wild curls softened his face and just seemed messy. The zipper was an ugly scar he couldn't remember; his fingers touched it softly, barely able to look in the mirror and completely unable to look away as he saw his fingers touch metal as he feels the coolness, the rough texture catching his skin even as he felt soft tugs on his scalp as it happened.

He drew his hands away sharply, looking down to his body again. Small shifts changed the light casting over him, brought other marks into sharp relief. A star burst in his shoulder and in his lower back, bones jutting against pale skin, ghost like and alien body not his own very much his.

He closed his eyes and reached for the cloth on the ground, ending up standing there with his head bowed, cloth clutched to his chest as he was torn between throwing it over the glass and wrapping it about himself.

At least the sunlight on his skin felt the same.

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[amicably-absent.livejournal.com]

"It sounds lovely." He snuggles in more. "Wyatt... are you staying the night?"

[less-hugging.livejournal.com]

"Of course I am!" He grins. "Unless you want to have some more alone time." Which he definitely doesn't think is the case.

[amicably-absent.livejournal.com]

"No, not at all." He rubs his hands on Wyatt's chest. "Want to crawl into bed and do some reading?"

[less-hugging.livejournal.com]

"Is that some sort of euphemism, Sir? Because if it is, I don't know what kinda guy you take me for."

And yet, he's already moving, careful about setting Glitch down on the floor.

[amicably-absent.livejournal.com]

"It's a euphemism for get stripped and into bed and we can go through your letters." He slides back to stand on his own feet, bouncing onto the bed and kicking the blankets down to slide his feet under them.

[less-hugging.livejournal.com]

"All right." He licks his lips, teeth following to drag softly over his bottom lip as he starts unbuttoning his shirt.

"I hope you got all of them."

[amicably-absent.livejournal.com]

"I bet I did!" He flops back, stretching on the bed, feet under the sheets but nothing else that far under.

[less-hugging.livejournal.com]

He strips down to his shorts and nothing else in little to no time, then crawls into the bed and stretches out, snugly pressed up against his lover's side.

"Give 'em to me, I'll read them out loud for you."

[amicably-absent.livejournal.com]

Glitch throws his legs over Wyatt's lap, cuddling in. He hands over the diary, the letters tucked into the front cover, all in order and held in with a rubber band around the entire thing.

[less-hugging.livejournal.com]

They spend the night like this, alternating between reading their written down thoughts to each other, laughing and plenty of kisses and snuggling impossibly close, all of which at some point turn into a night of sex, and sleep, and more sex.

Not that Wyatt's complaining.