[OPEN] Ghosts of the past.

[zain marshal rhoston]

Zain just let the puppy go, watching it curl up. He didn't say anything ekse, turning over to face the other way, back pressed close. But through his anger, there was the humiliation of being drugged, the memories that still lingered now fresh behind his eyes. Zain never cried, he hated weakness. Feared it. But he couldn't stop the silent tears.

[monroe owen hughes]

Monroe turned over, draping an arm over Zain. He kissed the back of his neck, closing his eyes as he snuggled close. He didn't know what was wrong, but didn't want him to feel alone, either. "It's okay to cry, Zain.. You're only human.." He said quietly, rubbing his chest gently. He closed his eyes, tucking his other arm under his head.

[zain marshal rhoston]

Zain gritted his teeth, shaking his head faintly. He wiped angrily at his face before forcing his eyes closed and drawing in a breath, hoping to just sleep and forget about it. The problem was, he didn't feel bad for nearly choking Monroe's father to death at all.

[monroe owen hughes]

Monroe kept close, kissing his shoulder gently. He kept his arm loosely around him, listening to him breathing. He opened his mouth to ask a question that had been bothering him before he decided against it and buried his face in Zain's neck.

[zain marshal rhoston]

Zain could tell the question was lingering with the way a breath was drawn in and left hanging before Monroe nestled close. He shifted his weight, clearing his throat. "What?" He mumbled.

[monroe owen hughes]

Monroe groaned, was almost asleep when Zain moved. "Why'd you gotta move? You're warm.." He complained, turning over onto his back. He put an arm over his eyes, the light coming through the window getting on his nerves. Monroe sat up, leaning over to kiss Zain's cheek before he grabbed his crutches and started to the window. He didn't want a repeat kiss, feeling like he was kissing a wall. He made his way back in the dark to his bed, propping his crutches against the wall before he laid back.

[zain marshal rhoston]

Zain didn't bother say anything, barely kissed back. He just closed his eyes again, figuring whatever it was wouldn't be asked. He snatched a pillow with a growl after a moment, pulled it over his face. He was too fuming to sleep.

[monroe owen hughes]

Monroe sighed, feeling Captain climb up the pillow to lay at his head now that his gap was too big to hide in. Monroe stroked him gently, kissing the small puppy. "It's okay. Go back to bed." He told it, picking it up and laying it on his chest. It waddled up to his shoulder, curling up against his neck.

"Zain, what's wrong?" He sighed, looking over at him in the dark. He wasn't sure he wanted the story, but if it made him feel better, and the two of them would get some sleep, he would listen. "Do you want something to drink or something to put you to sleep?"