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[evowhisperer]

 *There's nothing but a long silence after the ringing stops. If the caller's been looking at their screen, there are plain black-and-white letters on display:*

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*Beep.*

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[dead_black_eyes]

[Cesar's trembling. It's impossible not to notice, and Lazarus ceases the gentle stroking for a firm squeeze at the other man's shoulder. He's in ruins, isn't he? He can tell by the way their mouths fit together, Cesar's lips tense where his own are relaxed. His eyes are avoidant and glistening, and L can understand why a lot of parts of this are difficult. He feels it, too, but more distantly; he did his best to amputate Cesar's doppelganger from his emotions around the time the creature hurt Tony.

If Cesar hasn't done that with L's double... or can't... it absolutely hurts, but L decides that he can choose not to hold it against Cesar. He's tired of being coddled, and he can be a source of comfort now instead of one of pain. It's a chance he practically jumps at, wrapping both arms around Cesar in a tight, sustained embrace once he has the space to. There's more to being a giving lover than just making sure the other person gets off, and he thinks he's beginning to realize what it consists of.]

Do you want to go to the couch?

[The questions's murmured against the other man's lips; this version of Lazarus has never even seen his room, and does not assume that's where they're going.]

[evowhisperer]

*Cesar's arms fold around him too, and almost immediately the man is hard in places he wasn't earlier. His face burns and he loosens his grip, though Lazarus' is enough to keep them close. Cesar smiles weakly.*

*This is good, isn't it? Cesar nods and takes Lazarus' hand as he leads him out of the kitchen, not even turning the oven off. It can wait.*

*The livingroom is still dark, but this doesn't seem to bother him. He sits down and draws L beside him (practically into his lap), reaching right away to cup the side of his face in another kiss. His face is still warm, but his hand is steady again.*