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[The relief in seeing this number working is massive, but Konoe's voice still begins in a rush.]

I don't know what happened to me, but - well, I kind of do, it's just never happened before and... I wanted to check on you.

[He slows down again, realizing how little he can think to say right away. It's late, he's still feeling stiff and groggy from days on days of lying still... even if Alphonse didn't know he was gone he wants him to know, just in case.]

And I need to ask what's been going on, because... it's been a while, hasn't it?

[Konoe will here the tell tale sound of electronic keys remaining depressed as Al struggles with his device. He pushed the accept button so hard that the button remained down for a few extra seconds, enough so that Al is staring down in frustration as he fiddles. He appears to believe he must have damaged it some how, because the only word that follows is a frantic call of the other boy's name.]

Konoe?

[Beneath it a layer of almost desperation, because he's been worried these last seven days. So worried that any day the directory listing for the ribika would up and vanish, leaving him without another loved one to rely on in this place.]

You're awake.

[Pushing up from his chair he's already turning his attention away and around his room. Konoe will no doubt hear him mumbling about where his shoes and pants went.]

[Seeing his response is enough to get him switching modes himself, revealing a slightly wan, but definitely present, awake Konoe. He's here. Softly illuminated by his screen.

It's dark out, and the time on his device has been enough to disorient him as much as the date had. His trip home from the Meridian so far feels that much more difficult with it, walked slowly and carefully down each block he can recognize.

He hears Al's muttering just fine as he peers back to try guessing where he is - or was until now, ears folding back over apparently causing a fuss. Any argument that Alphonse should stay put dies in his throat.]

I didn't wake you, did I?

[He can't apologize for every restless night enough and he knows it, but this one....]

Edited 2013-07-09 03:18 (UTC)

[There's a huff, then a grunt, and then a swish as fabric is drawn up and his entire being twists so he can avoid falling as he slips his slacks on one leg at a time.]

No. I was reading - ah -

[He's back to muttering as he bends to dig out his second shoe, which he kicked under the bed in his eagerness to dress. Even if Konoe did protest, there aren't enough words to keep him laying in bed and accepting the moment for what it is.]

Are you still by Meridian or have you made it back home?

[He just needs a basic direction to start heading towards once he's downstairs and outside. He doesn't even bother grabbing his coat, let alone buttoning the wrinkled white shirt that he hastily tugged on over his head.]

I'll be there soon as I can.

[Regardless of where it's a promise he intends to keep, because he's not comfortable with just laying around after waiting on stand by for week.]

I'm... halfway there I think.

[He can't help sounding a little doubtful, able to guess only by how far it seems he's gone, rather than reaching anyplace in particular. But he looks ahead determinedly, lifting his nose to the air.]

And it feels like the right path, I can almost smell the trees.

[When his eyes return to his screen his expression hasn't changed, a little furrow in his brow from just listening to the haste on the other line.]

But don't hurt yourself on the way, Al.

I'm okay -

[Though words are interrupted by a bang as the door as he makes his way outside and into the streets. He hasn't worried about his physical well being since the month before, but he's been without pain and discomfort for almost the entire month. Besides, if anyone is worth the push it's Konoe, and that's what he reminds himself as he cuts corners and takes the few short cuts he knows.

If anything by the time he makes it to Konoe the worst he'll have to show for it are red cheeks, burning lungs, and damp bangs that cling to the side of his face as he comes to a slow stop a few feet just in front of the other boy.]

[He sighs at that, hopeful his words will hold true by the time he sees him again....

He continues his walk (turning it into a slight jog) and eventually hears the rush of footsteps first, his ears twisting to capture the sound. In case he loses him by moving he stops and waits, looking about until he finally catches sight of Al's face, the first smile he's had all night appearing on his face.]

Alphonse! [It's a tired sort of amusement now, and he moves forward again quickly to nudge him with his forehead.] You're fast - !

[With the distance closed between them Al has time to catch his breath and study the other boy. Even in the dim street light Al can make out the familiar head of tawny colored hair and the pair of ears that rest atop the ribika's crown. The nudge is immediately turned into, as Al is prone to do when it comes to any source of warmth that radiates against his cooler skin, but he does it for more important reasons than just the heat. He hadn't realized until last week just how much he's been relying on the ribika and how much it meant to have him around.]

I wanted to -

[He starts to say, but the words just don't quite explain the point he wants to get across.]

I needed ...

[The word is accented by arms that rise up and hug, much like when Travis finally found his way home Al can't resist the urge to make sure he draws the other into a tight embrace. However, it doesn't stop there. He's pushing their foreheads together, nuzzling noses, and sealing lips together until the weight of their movement drives them to the closest wall where Al finally cradles Konoe needfully in his arms.]

[The warmth of another person after so much time alone is irresistible in the cool of the night. Especially of a friend, someone important, and though it's felt like only a night in his mind, his body knows the truth. He's all purrs....

That it all turns into a hug seems natural, enough that he's willing to return it, lifting his arms at the sudden shower of affection to wrap them around him in just as much relief. If he could have woken up to see anyone again, that Alphonse is first makes him happy.

But the rumble in his throat and his hands hitch alike, when he realizes they're moving, they're kissing, they're against a wall -

He's lost in it for a moment, only to break away in a surprised gasp, face hot when when he notices all too late how hard he's come to clutch at Al's shirt. Hopefully there's no tear in it now, but more importantly - ]

N... needed what?

[Konoe's grip isn't the only one that's rough, his own fingers cling firmly to ensure no distance remains between them. The shirt could have been in shreds and it wouldn't have mattered next to the fact that all the concerns and fears he had over the past week can finally be let go. Swallowing thickly, gold eyes dart up from lips to find others almost apologetically, he knows now that he must have come on a little strong.]

It's just...

[With words escaping him again he bites down on his lower lip, pink flesh going white beneath his teeth before he leans forward to duck his face.]

'dunno, I was afraid I'd lost you too.

[As if by osmosis he can feel it, the worry and more he can't even name welling and receding in his heart just as soon as it's appeared. His ears perk higher and fold and rise again as he struggles with what to say in return.

But when he does decide, it's with a smile, gentle and spoken against Alphonse's cheek before he presses his lips there.]

S'why I called so late... I didn't want you to be afraid anymore.

[His grip's loosened, but his palms stay put on Alphonse's back, one moving to smooth over it in reassurance for however long he needs to. Getting home is no hurry anymore.]

[As if on cue he sighs and closes his eyes beneath the feeling of lips against his cheeks and while he listens intently to Konoe's there's another part of him still caught up thinking about the other boy's taste on his lips.]

It was hard not to worry.

[He's been there to the temple, both to sleep, and to wait for others. It only seemed to get more difficult despite knowing that the slumber would eventually end.]

I'm glad.

[Though it seems such a poor choice of words to use in this situation, so he's shifting again so their closer, enough so that Konoe will no doubt smell the traces the tea he drank before retiring to his room.]

Would it be all right if I - [His eyes drift to lips.] - can we ... again?

[His words are fine to Konoe, if only because it's all he's wanted to hear (save the worry part, of course). His line of sight can't help but mirror Al's, the scent on his breath only part of the enticement. He's glad nothing really bad's happened, as far as he can tell. Blissful ignorance of anything worse is welcome for now.]

Yeah... I owe you one, don't I?

[It's a whisper loud to his ears in the quiet of the street, and he closes their little gap again himself, his tail curling loosely around Alphonse's leg.]

[His tongue snakes out quickly to alleviate the dryness of his lips before he pushes down the last inch to meet Konoe. It's a light press at first, one that is accompanied by another shift of weight so one of his hands can slip between the back side of Konoe's head and the wall. Carding fingers through tawny hair and up towards the base of ears he cradles the other gingerly as their lips meet again. It's only after lips part and press together a third time that Al sinks forward, only this time the kiss is not rough or desperate. It doesn't have to be, that's what Al tells himself, because Konoe is here.]

[Konoe doesn't often kiss where anyone can see. But it's late, it's dark, he's been without long enough that he has no strength to care. This is a pace he can enjoy, letting him forget how tired he really is... if only a little. It's nice, making his heart race again after a slow week, and as Alphonse leans further, his hold changes, too. His hands slide, one up Alphonse's back, the other down to the small of it. Anything to say he's glad to be here again, in his own way....]

[He's used to receiving physically reassuring gestures than words and if he had to pick they were the best things in times like these. The warmth shared by the meeting of lips or a tight hug paled in comparison to the comfort that words could bring. It's why as the next kiss comes to an end he sighs wistfully, eyes closing as foreheads bump gently and noses are nuzzled.]

I missed you.

[He wonders for a moment if it should scare him a little over just how much he means that.]

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[Words are a comfort for Konoe to hear, too, but often a challenge to dole. Hearing Alphonse admit anything of this sort makes his heart leap, but this time he has to worry his lip, too, unwilling to lift his head up until he can say something right in return.

Because sure, his thoughts float the Elric's way pretty often, but the wait for him to see him again is hardly feels comparable to what Al's been put through. He knows it.

He lifts his eyes after a moment of thought, and does what comes to mind first, cupping his face in his hands to guide his gaze match his own.]

If you want... we can stay together a while longer? Anywhere you want....

[Hagane House, his own hole in the wall, outside here. It's of little consequence so long as he can make this better.]

Here... there...

[His head shakes slowly to draw cool noses together once more, while his words remain vague the need for their closeness to last can be felt in the way his fingers twist a little bit more tightly against fabric and hair.]

Doesn't matter, but...

[It's hard for him not to be thoughtful, especially, when he can feel abrasive concrete scraping against his knuckles.]

You haven't been home in a while...

[He could stay? The question though is left unspoken as his eyes trail from face and down the dark street.]

[It all helps him pick up on how much Al needs this, and he sighs, moving to lift his back from against the wall.]

I should check on it... so long as I hadn't come back just to sleep by myself.

[He nuzzles him again in return, still uplifted by Alphonse's admittance before, and mouths "come on" before pulling back and taking him by the hand. He couldn't refuse to invite him by if he tried, and it's nice to know the feeling is entirely his own.]

[He comes all too easily, device that's been in his hand is slipped out of site. It's not uncommon for the house to be quiet these days, he'll message Rapunzel in the morning and knows she'll understand if he's a bit late. The distant thoughts show in his steps, slow at first, but then matching in pace as his plan solidifies. It's hard not to smile when he feels a squeeze of fingers, one he returns with a shy smile as he walks alongside. He won't lead the way, but he'll be there to gingerly nudge the Ribika left or right as needed, something he does once or twice too many. After all, the warmth and the lack of distance between them is far too ignore.]

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