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I'd be hurt if you didn't.

[He slaps at Hans' shoulder lightly, turning to face him a bit more directly as well.] Is your request for flattery by me that you value my opinion, or that you simply would hear it from anyone?

[This time he gives a light shove. Don't be such a ham, Hans.]

[ingoodhans]

Yours means more to me.

[ But he still loves flattery in every way, of course. He needs his ego pat 24/7 in order to be truly happy. But at least Oren isn't treating him like he's injured. Hans wouldn't be able to stand that. He pushes right back, smirking. ]

I'd help you as well, you know. I'd worry if anything happened to you.

[twocomplex]

You're not just saying that to please me?

[Oren really wonders, but he says it lightly enough, chuckling towards the end even as he leans in result of the push.]

[ingoodhans]

Not this time.

[ Hans smiles, perhaps honest. Something close to honesty. He still wants to hide it, but his words are the truth. ]

You did ask me to be honest. I oblige you because I value your opinion of me.

[twocomplex]

[That gets an almost humble glance down, a laugh that's almost sheepish.]

Then... I am glad for that.

[He stops with his pushing and settles for leaning lightly against Hans instead. Their shoulders bumping, his eyes focused on Hans' fingers as he toys with them.]

And I'm glad to see you again.

[ingoodhans]

I am glad I didn't die.

[ Sure, he'd come right back, but death is in no way pleasant. And for all that it hurt, losing an arm wasn't that bad. Wow, being undead does weird things to you.

Hans grips Oren's hand, looking down at where they're holding each other now. ]

I'm glad I didn't kill you.

[twocomplex]

[It's cute, he thinks, to see Hans like this. Watching their hands, hesitating between words, worrying. It's clear what's happening here and Oren loves every minute of it, genuinely. He gives that hand another squeeze as he turns to face Hans in his lean.

Slowly, he kisses at the corner of his mouth. It feels thoughtful, deeper.]

So am I.

[ingoodhans]

[ Wow, Hans is really not prepared for these feelings. The lightness in his chest, the warmth in his skin. It's muted, distant due to his slowed pulse and cold skin but... it's still there.

Caring about someone is so difficult. It comes with guilt and apologies and sadness. But feeling cared about... is pretty nice. He can see the appeal now. Perhaps it's not so bad.

That's what Hans is thinking as he turns his head, slotting his lips with Oren's to return the kiss. They've never had it like this. ]

[twocomplex]

[After all of that tension, both from Hans' attack and the dealings with Mattias and Vaas, Oren needs this comfort. He needs this attention, these feelings, and he takes it greedily.

He returns that kiss slowly, heavily, and lets their fingers intertwine finally as his other hand touches carefully to Hans' cheek.

He wouldn't mind staying like this all night, really.]

[ingoodhans]

[ THIS SHIT GOT SO CUTE I HURT. EVERYWHERE. IN MY HEART. IN PLACE WHICH SHOULD NOT BE NAMED.

Hans is more than glad to stay with Oren, held and cared for. They've never kissed like this but Hans is hungry for it, melting into Oren's lips and leaning into his touch. He's never had this. He almost doesn't want it to end.

This is what he gets for apologizing? Maybe Hans should apologize more often. ]

[twocomplex]

[He can feel how Hans is pulled into it, and it makes the kiss that much more satisfying. Oren takes it slow, letting their lips drift apart for small breaths that hang tensely between them before pressing them back together.

A reward for Hans' contact and apology, his sincerity.]