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Post by Donato Martelli on Jul 9, 2015 22:06:30 GMT -5
The trip back from the hospital was quiet, something Donato wasn't sure if he liked or not. He wasn't in the mood to talk, and it wasn't like he could do much of it with the damn stitches on his lip. Stupid seizure, stupid glass, stupid stupid stupid Don. Couldn't do anything right, could he?
Thankfully the apartment was unlocked and the Italian entered first. He should get to cleaning up the shards from the mirror he broke, hopefully he could to that without getting even more cut up...
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Post by Egil Mednick on Jul 9, 2015 23:06:19 GMT -5
Egil wasn't good at starting conversations, Don usually took care of talking enough for both of them, so the walk back home was quiet. It was worrying, Don always talked, Egil loved that about him. It meant he was always sure of where the Ookami was and that he was alright. This was bad and wrong.
"What is wrong?" Egil asked as he followed Don into the apartment, worry finally mounting enough to force him to speak.
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Post by Donato Martelli on Jul 9, 2015 23:22:14 GMT -5
Don blinked as he heard Egil speak, coming out of his thoughts and he just shook his head. "Nothing, nothing..." His voice was soft, and a little quieter than it usually was. "Sorry about all this." It was embarrassing for more reasons than he cared to talk about. His dad, breaking the mirror, the SEIZURE. Dammit of all the things to forget to mention how could THAT have slipped his mind? It was so stupid and irresponsible and Egil must of been so worried.
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Post by Egil Mednick on Jul 10, 2015 0:02:47 GMT -5
Egil reached out a hand and loosely caught Don's fingers with his own. "It is fine," he replied, words a little rougher with worry. This wasn't like Don at all, maybe it had something to do with the seizure or just with the fact that Don's father had been here, but Egil wasn't certain enough about the cause to know for sure how to fix this... "I will punch your father a hundred times if it helps."
He knew that wasn't what Don was apologizing for, but he was hoping for at least some of a smile. The stitches would make things difficult, and he knew that, but he was already missing Don's smile...
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Post by Donato Martelli on Jul 10, 2015 0:27:24 GMT -5
The corner of Don's lips that were opposite of the stitches tugged up a little at that, but not as much as Egil would probably be hoping for. He just really liked being a disappointment today didn't he? "Don't need to do that." He mumbled.
There were a few moments of silence that made the older Ookami feel a little uncomfortable and he ran his free hand in his hair as he sighed. "I-I swear the whole seizure thing just slipped my mind, wasn't trying to hide it I just..." He grabbed his hair in frustration. How fake did that sound, saying he forgot? You don't just forget something important like that, but it was the truth he really did. Donato squeezed his fiancé's hand before letting go to pick up the mess he had made earlier, not sure how to add on to what he was trying to say without making excuses.
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Post by Egil Mednick on Jul 10, 2015 1:15:17 GMT -5
Egil just nodded. "I believe you, I know you wouldn't hide it from me." He didn't want to say 'it's alright' because it very well might not have been. If it had been a bad seizure, and if Egil hadn't caught it... he didn't want to think about what might've happened to Don. They were very big 'ifs' but... It was still terrifying to think about.
The blond grabbed a dustpan and a small brush to help clean up the shattered mirror. If Don wanted to clean up that was fine, but he wanted to make sure the elder Ookami didn't get himself any more injured by wayward glass shards. "Here," he offered out the tools for Don. He was going to help out too, of course, but he had a feeling Don would want to do most of it... Or maybe 'feel obligated' would be a better phrase...
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Post by Donato Martelli on Jul 10, 2015 11:07:01 GMT -5
Don took the brush and dustpan with a quick "thanks" and started sweeping up the broken glass. He'd have to replace the mirror soon, it wasn't even his and he had gone off and shattered it, unbelievable. The Italian looked up at what was left of the mirror and sighed. "Seven years bad luck, guess I do mess everything up..." He mumbled to himself as he finished getting what was left of the shards. Donato didn't like being like this, he hated it, but his father always did have a talent for ruining his good mood.
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Post by Egil Mednick on Jul 10, 2015 11:55:27 GMT -5
Egil grabbed some gloves out of the nearby closet and pulled the trashcan closer to the mess of glass. He could pick up some of it, at least. "You do not." Egil said forcefully. He couldn't let Don believe what his father had told him, but it was probably far far too late for that to be effective. "You fix much more. You make things better."
And that was true, at least to Egil.
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Post by Donato Martelli on Jul 10, 2015 14:14:27 GMT -5
Don managed a small smile, it was cute that he actually thought that. He swept up the rest of the glass and dumped it in the trash. "You're sweet." He told him just before the smile fell.
He sat with his back as close to the corner as he could with his knees pulled to his chest. "I have a temper when I get worked up, and it gets pretty bad if I'm not careful." It was a good thing he was so drained, hopefully he wouldn't have the energy to suddenly punch a hole in the wall or something else. "If I hold it in, it piles up, then eventually seizures come up." It was something like that anyway, Keith could explain it so much better. "So I can't really win no matter what, it's pathetic really." He pressed his forehead to his knees to hide his face, he had to look terrible.
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Post by Egil Mednick on Jul 11, 2015 2:00:30 GMT -5
Maybe Don didn't want any contact right now, and that was fine, but Egil didn't want to be wrong if Don did. He pulled off his gloves and reached out to gently rest a hand on Don's shoulder. "It is not pathetic," he said quietly. "It is not good, but it is not your fault." Really it just sounded like Don needed a good outlet for when he got angry or worked up, but this had happened so suddenly, had it been building up for a while and the argument with Mr Martelli simply brought it to a head?
"Do I make you angry?" Egil asked, just as quietly as he'd been speaking before, but with a bit of trepidation. "Or..." He struggled for a word, hating his inability to speak the language as well as Don. "Or... ah..." He gave up, just hoping Don knew what he was trying to say. He didn't want to be contributing to the problem...
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Post by Donato Martelli on Jul 11, 2015 2:35:21 GMT -5
Donato whipped his head back up at the question and nearly panicked as he shook his head. "No no no you don't make me angry! Not at all I swear! You're perfect it's just I--" He cut himself off when he realized he had no idea how to finish that sentence. But God no, Egil didn't make him angry he was too sweet and too gentle and Don LOVED that about him so much! How could he think that? Had- had he done something wrong? Something to make it look like he was mad at him?? He needed to fix that somehow he HAD to or Egil was gonna kick him out and break everything off and he couldn't handle that he couldn't!!
His heart started to ache at the thought and Don curled back into himself in response. He was going to do something bad if he wasn't careful, he knew because it had happened before. "I'm sorry." Words were muffled but he hoped the blond could hear him. "I'm sorry I really don't know." Maybe it wasn't from getting angry, at least not completely, but he just... He just didn't know.
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Post by Egil Mednick on Jul 12, 2015 0:01:42 GMT -5
Egil felt his heart break a bit, he hadn't meant to make it worse! The Swede pulled Don into a hug, pressing a kiss to the top of his head since it was all the blond could reach right now. "It is okay I was just worried, it happened fast with your father and- and I am sorry I did not want to make you upset-" He'd made it worse somehow.
"I love you," he said into Don's hair. "Jag älskar dig, Don. Vänligen lugna ner, jag älskar dig så mycket. It is okay."
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Post by Donato Martelli on Jul 12, 2015 0:41:24 GMT -5
Don wanted to talk, tell Egil it was okay this wasn't his fault, but he couldn't trust himself to speak without wanting to yell and that would just make things so much worse. He'd already fucked up so much tonight, he didn't want it to keep going. The Italian just leaned into the blond's hold and tried to calm down, he needed to breathe just try to breathe. It was so hard to calm down though, he wanted to so much it was just so HARD. Egil was worried though, and Don needed to fix that somehow.
He picked his head up again and reached to pull the other's head down enough to kiss him. He didn't trust himself to talk right now but maybe he could do this, but once their lips had barely even touched Don had to pull back from a sudden pain he felt. He'd forgotten about the stitches on his lips, they'd ended up being more sensitive than he'd originally thought. Donato tried to keep himself together, especially now being so close to Egil he didn't want to hurt him, that was all he was asking just calm down enough to keep from that.
But he couldn't even kiss him...
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Post by Egil Mednick on Jul 12, 2015 1:48:16 GMT -5
Egil couldn't have stopped Don even if he'd had warning, he was pretty sure, but he wished he'd had the presence of mind to warn him. The Italian definitely didn't look like he was taking the no kisses realization very well. "It is okay," he repeated, holding Don gently as he stroked the elder man's hair. "You must heal, it is alright." He kissed the intact corner of Don's mouth as a sort of compensation.
"I love you," he said again, more firmly this time as he looked Don in the eyes. "Kissing does not change that, your father does not change that, this does not change that."
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Post by Donato Martelli on Jul 12, 2015 2:24:07 GMT -5
Don's eyes squeezed shut as he tried to focus on relaxing, opening them once it looked like it wasn't going to work and he looked into Egil's. He nodded his head quickly, but as much as he needed to say the words back he felt like he was barely holding onto his sanity. He had to do something, he wouldn't be able to hold it back much longer but he couldn't hurt Egil he'd never forgive himself if that happened, but it was about to come out what was he going to DO!?
With little to no thought he shoved his face into the blond's chest just in time to muffle screaming and his hands clutched the Swede's shirt as tight as they could manage. The pressure he was putting on the stitches hurt, but Donato much rather that over anything else he could have done at that moment. For the time being he just kept screaming into Egil's chest until he had nothing left in him.
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