or say we're only dreaming;

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canned laughter intensifies

[flirtily]

Feeling pretty alive. [ Everything had been hot, in the end. Searing and overwhelming - the old man had lied, it had hurt, and yet he's still glad he was the one to go through it - and yet, the one thing that had really stood out in the end had been the warmth that had been shared between the two of them. Knox had never looked twice at the other guys around him, hadn't even considered them before Syd had kissed him.

And then he'd kissed Syd, and that was right. He'd waved it off, sure, but it was still right, somehow. ]

Nah, not yet. Figured she could wait, and it'd be payback for her pretending to be dead. [ Yeah, he's still sour about that. But it's not like anyone can really blame him, considering how that'd kickstarted all of this. Not that any of them really regret it, now, but Knox figures fair is fair.

Green eyes flicking up Syd's body once, twice, and then he uncrosses his arms and sways his body forwards. His hand comes up to touch behind his own ear, mirroring Syd even as he walks towards his proxy. They're two pieces to a whole, now, more than they ever were.

He stops in front of him, dropping his hand, grin softening around the edges. ]

[prox]

[ stunned, all syd can do is shake his head.

did you love my son?

not at first, no.

so, did you love my son?

i don't want to talk about knox.

he wondered, sometimes, if it had been as painful for marie. in the end, the three of them were close, but syd trusted knox in a way he thought he'd never trust anyone else. he wasn't good at letting people close, too busy keeping his head down for that and could understand machines far better than he ever understood people. he didn't understand knox, probably never would. (never would have had the chance to.)

but in the end, he asked himself over a hundred sleepless nights, why knox would have sacrificed himself for him. so many people died because of syd--because of yovel--but none seemed to hurt more than watching knox take the burden that was supposed to be his own. a debt repaid, or something.

syd isn't sure if he can move. he's not the type to do so, not always. he's not sure if he wants to punch knox in the face for not telling him that he could have survived, or kiss the life out of him, now that no one's here, no one's watching, and there's an infinite (almost) amount of time.

he opts for the second. ]

[flirtily]

[ Knox has kissed a lot of people - a lot of girls - in his relatively short life. Each kiss is different, just like every person is different, and there's always a different emotion attached to the display. Girls' lips, whether they're plush or thin or whatever, have always been soft. Were, anyways, considering he doubts anyone can really afford that luxury anymore. Pushy or pliant, they've always been soft, and always pretty willing to fall into it. Let him do the work.

This is the third time that he's kissed Syd, and it's still so new and different from what he's used to. He's not shocked, like the first time Syd initiated it, and he doesn't fight it. Instead he meets him, brings his hand up to cradle his face - more sharp, than those girls of his lux past - and he kisses him back.

The first time had been a diversion, nothing to it. The second time had been a goodbye and apology all rolled into one, regret for their past but not for the choice that the former patron had made in the end. This time, Knox kisses him like a welcome, full of relief and a sort of wonder, and an apology - but no regret for that choice, still.

Syd was the last thing that he ever expected to want in his life, but, really, he's become the one thing that he needs. So maybe that's why he came back, why their fucked up lives found a way. ]