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[Genesis smiles when he hears those cool words spoken without much feeling. He knows Zexion well by now. He knows that he's sincere. It's not like before when he felt something lacking in the things his lover would tell him over the network. Now, he knows better than that. Even without a heart, Genesis could still grasp sentiment in his words.]

I will be all right as long as I have you to come home to.

I'll be with you in your bed tonight. [He promises solemnly, nodding, then with a sly smile, adds,] I'll pick us up some magazines to look at. Give you a good rub down. Anything you'd like.

[Love me.

The request hangs at the back of his mind when Zexion tells him "anything you'd like", but he knows better than that. He knows by now that despite how often and how much he speaks, the Nobody always preferred to show affection through little favors, actions. And this, he'd be happy to take.]

Want to debate the artistic merit of a magazine photo shoot again? It will be nice to do with you under the covers, skin against skin.

I'll try to find us something truly nonsensical, this time.

[He smiles, a little mischievous. Zexion liked finding dubiously absurd pinups, especially when it actually left you wondering what sort of fetishist actually enjoyed it.

But he'd snag a few nice issues, too. Evocative pictures that featured lots of texture, and interesting shadowplay. Or maybe he'd take out that book of photography that he'd found at Echoes, all black and white close-ups of naked bodies.]

I'd like that. Skin on skin. I'll leave my pajamas out of it, tonight.

Nothing like sharing scathing commentary over some choice shots while we're cozied up against each other, hm? I'm looking forward to it.

I will be late, though, if that's okay. Angeal sent me a message. He isn't coping well with the news either. He's asking for my time.

Ah, what a true romantic you've found in me! [He's grinning, a gently self-effacing so-sorry-not-sorry apology for failing to come up with a better suggestion.

Rose petal trails scattered on the way to the bedroom are for other kinds of lovers.

But perhaps he'll mix some of that leftover glittering sleeping water he's bottled up in the fridge with a little split of champagne and put it in an ice bucket to chill near the bedside... so that the end of the night can wink off a little more mercifully for his partner. Spray some of the lavender-vanilla water from Lavish's spring collection on the pillows, and hope Genesis's nose is not so dead from his own cologne that he'll appreciate it.

He'll kiss a little more generously than his usual, and-

Zexion derails his planning for the second half of the message to catch up with him, blinking.]

Oh. [Poor Angeal. He lost Zack, too.]

Well... You could bring him home too, if you want?

[Genesis shakes his head.]

Angeal and I... we have our own ways of coping with loss. Making him stay with me, though, is not one of those ways.

When I come home, I want to focus on you and you alone. Though the past has made me what I am now, it's no use holding on to it when I want to move forward. Bringing him home with me will be like carrying that past with me. I don't want to do that right now.

He is my best friend and always will be. I care for him, but I have a new set of priorities.

(If he wanted to, I wouldn't take offense.)

But you're probably right. [Zexion agrees, and it's probably one of the better times that Genesis has thrown his passion in a constructive, optimistic, wise direction... one that scoops him up along with it.]

And Maya will probably need the extra support from him, too.

Just don't be too late. [He warns fondly] Or you might have to peel me off your pillows and wake me up.

Maybe next time, I'll invite him over. But tonight, I want it to just be you and me.

Maya will need him, too. You're right about that.

[And then he chuckles.]

If you fall asleep, I might take advantage of that and try to wake you with a kiss.

Like a hundred fairy tales, in the flesh!

[Zexion sing-songed, rolling his eyes. Never mind that some of them about sleeping princesses were in fact true, in some worlds.] Alright, my handsome prince. We have a date.

Good. I'll see you, then.

[What would Zexion be if he was a prince? Definitely not the princess. Perhaps... yes. Zexion was the sorceror in his employ, a young one far more enchanting than any other princess would be.

With that image in mind, he returns to work a little more cheered up and able to muscle through the pain of loss.]

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