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[ yves doesn't respond, though he likes the message in acknowledgement.

but toward the end of the night, he has to leave. he can't leave laurence alone. so he walks out of the cave at some point, eyes red and just barely cleaned up enough to be presentable. he walks along the beach on his way, and looks for taair.

despite turning down the offer earlier, there is a guilt in his heart. he doesn't want taair to be alone either, hypocritically. ]

[ BUDDY NOOO

he won't have to look for too long - he's a good boy, sort of, propped up against the side of the van with pillows and looking outwards, as promised. arms folded around his knees, still sporting those bird wings of the week, though they're gray in color and draped to either side, and only visible at the very edges - there's a blanket wrapped around his shoulders, because he's been out here since the moment he said he would be. waiting. the radiant knows its something he's good at.

it takes him a moment, but when he realizes there's someone coming, he looks up - and taair's entire expression changes, from soft surprise to a deep well of sadness. he doesn't say anything at first - opens his mouth, closes it. and then, he lifts a hand free from the blanket, and offers it outwards. like yves has done for him, so many times. ]

[ yves will take the hand, although his hold in return is light compared to the assured confidence of usual. he appreciates the offers. he does. but it is hard when he knows none of them will be the hand he is searching for.

he sits with taair nonetheless, and has the audacity to worry: ]

You'll catch a cold. If you're still hurt, you shouldn't be out here.

[ though his voice is soft, hoarse from crying. ]

[ baby. it's okay - despite it all, his grip is steady. gentle hands, but a thumb that strokes the side of his briefly, keenly aware of the loss, as he comes to settle down.

give him a moment - he adjusts the blanket he has over his shoulders, and with some careful fussing on his good side, pulls it so it can go over yves, too. it's a silly difference, considering the height, but he needs it. ]

Then how lucky for me, to have a warm person to sit beside, and a blanket to push away the chill. [ he feels around for a moment, one handed, and produces a small cloth handkerchief, setting it down on his knee to take if he wants it, to rest there if he doesn't. ]

I wanted to reflect upon my memories of my two first friends here in my grief.

[ yves will see the kind gesture for what it is, and pick up the handkerchief to dab at the side of his face not covered by the mask. he will catch the blanket so it doesn't fall, not wanting taair to suffer from the cold wind just because he might be a bit out of it.

yves makes a soft humming sound in acknowledgement. ]

What are your thoughts?

[ you and aki basically just sent me the exact same tag at the same time i thought you would appreciate that

blanket more tucked, he keeps his gaze outwards, staying close with him under the blanket's warmth. it doesn't really help that much, though this chill feels more internal. ]

Three little pink birds. [ in moments of grief, reflections on moments of joy. ] A gesture that meant more to me than I think either of them realized - even more so, when the third party who was not privy to this decision of three did not reject it, but accepted it...even if it was in private, and he was a bit huffy about it.

[ there's a very soft laugh. tired. heartbroken. soft. ]

Loss is so very heavy, for even the strongest of shoulders.

[ OHHHH THESE VIRCHES

yves... snorts quietly. right. the pink birds, along with every other little memento he has of adolphe. yves looks thoughtful for a moment, before he brings out his phone. he unlocks it and shows taair the background of his homescreen. (the default screen was the showers selfie)

a picture taken in the spa, where adolphe is asleep in one of the hair washing bowls with a bunch of insanely cute clips in his hair. yves in the front, flashing a piece sign and taking his stupid, mischievous lil picture. ]

He never found out I took this. [ because yves is a gremlin to adolphe specifically ]

... but even if he did, he'd just smack me and let me keep it. He lets you get away with so much once he likes you.

Always did.

[ oh... cute. what an utterly charming picture - it's so, so bittersweet, to see such a sweet scene captured, knowing that adolphe will never know.

he lifts his free hand, slowly - brushes a finger against the front of the phone, and just admires it for a moment, heart heavy in his throat. adolphe, who gruffly informed him he used to be the big brother of his orphanage. who came to sit by his side when he returned for a while, and didn't pry, but kept him company even if he didn't know what to say.

after the events he went through on thursday, the sudden, pointless loss of those you care for in a flash of violence where you can do nothing of it - it makes these pictures even more important. records. reminders. things that were. ]

... A precious, precious memory indeed, of a precious bond between two souls. [ a pause, and then, softly: ] Do you have any others? Pictures.

... no.

[ a little sadly, wistfully ]

I tried to take more this week... but I always forget when I'm with him. We just start talking again, as if we have all the time in the world. As if I hadn't already lost him once. Maybe I was trying to forget.

[ maybe he was trying to hold onto some sense of peace, that maybe in a place like heaven he really could just get to have forever with his best friend ]

I miss him already. Again.

You lost him already... oh, Yves.

[ he pulls his hand away from the phone screen - feeling his heart swoop down into his stomach, at the measure of loss. to have something so precious snatched away from you not once, but twice. pointlessly. painfully.

he leans a little bit into him, a little bird tucking in to provide a little warmth, to try to provide something solid to lean on. a little comfort, in the face of such a yawning force of ache. ]

...He must have treasured every moment you had together, too. [ adolphe, with that giant heart of his. ] To have a second chance snatched away so cruelly does not feel much like Heaven.

[ yves shifts to accommodate taair's shift, still worried about his injuries. he'll let his head rest against his, closing his eyes as he lets the ache of it weigh in his chest. ]

... it's a wound reopened, is all.

[ but he doesn't disagree. adolphe had been the one to say it to yves just a few days ago. a memory he keeps close, even if it's tinted with wine and blurry edges. Yves, I'm glad that I have you in my life and afterlife. ]

But... I do agree. I didn't think I'd make it to Heaven, but I thought if I did... it'd just be a place where I get to see my friends again. [ after losing almost all of them. one by one. starting with adolphe. will that cycle repeat again? ]

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