Kenta opened his mouth to say something when Neo looked up at him but he closed it when the older male laid back, pulling him down with him. He laid on top of him, only slightly shifting so his legs were in between Neo’s. Feeling the brush against his ear and then that one word spoken, Kenta nodded. He scooted more down to rest his head on neo’s chest. It was more comfortable that way.
The other smelled of forest as well as he did. It was a good smell and he didn’t mind it. His eyes closed slowly, his ear pressed against Neo’s heart beat once more. One of his hands moved to find Neo’s uninjured hand. He grasped it, entwining their fingers. Just to let Neo know that he was there. And that he wasn’t going to leave him.
This was getting far too deep but Kenta wasn’t paying any mind to those facts, not even to the thoughts that ran through his head. “Just sleep..” He whispered, but loud enough for the other to hear.
The touch of Kenta’s fingers to his palm has Neo looking up at the ceiling in surprise, but he returns the grip with a firmness of his own, allowing Kenta to manouevre his arm whichever way he wants. The feel of his head against his chest is a steady, calming feeling, and like a parasite’s been injected into him, he can feel the last remnants of his anger being eaten away. Neo continues to stare, counting the dots in the tile, and he allows his eyes to close.
Meditation. Breathing. He focuses on himself first, and then allows the sensations to spread outward–feeling Kenta beyond the physical weight of him, beyond the way the young man fits so neatly against him. He’s still a nebula of nothingness; Neo still feels boneless and dry and mostly apathetic, but in the very core of him is a coil of warm string, and it curls towards the vampire held in his one arm like he means something.
Right now, he means the world. And Neo hopes with every ounce of physical pain inside of him that Kenta understands how much this quiet moment means to him.
He’s steady for a long while until he shifts, one elbow holding the two of them up. Neo brings both his legs up on the bed. Then he turns onto his side so he can look at Kenta for a brief, stolen time. There’s warmth returning to his eyes, even as the look on his face remains the same stoic mask as earlier, and he runs the fingers of his free hand through Kenta’s hair as he weighs some words on his tongue.
“You’re worth more than a week.”
In silence he pulls the vampire close again, resting his chin on the top of the kid’s head and cradling the back of it. Neo doesn’t let go of his hand, either, and he revels in the cool touch of Kenta’s skin, the feel of solidity against him. He murmurs a soft ‘good night’, but he lies there awake with his eyes closed for a long time, simply breathing and existing and supposing, maybe just for now, things are more than okay.