or say we're only dreaming;

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[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. ]