[Milliways]: Reunion

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus had dutifully eaten, if not as much as Steve wanted him to, at least enough to be able to say he was taking care of himself.

And after...well, upstairs had seemed like a good idea. Especially good considering this was the first time it was Orpheus who hadn't seen Steve in over a month rather than the other way around. He tugs Steve into the room with a smile, not willing to let go of him even for a second.

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[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve exhales slowly and stays kneeling for a few moments more, then straightens up.

"I'm sorry too," he says quietly and kisses Orpheus. "The last few days have been so confusing and frustrating. I've been mixed up and all over the place. That's why I haven't been home--I didn't think I could function on the next mission like this."

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus cups Steve's cheek in his hand.

"I want to make it better," he says quietly, his voice rough. "I just don't...know how."

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve wraps his hand around Orpheus's. "I don't know either."

[golden_lyre]

"All I have is music. Music and words, and that's nothing. All I have to give you is nothing."

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve shakes his head and crawls onto the bed, and pulls Orpheus to him. "Your music isn't nothing. It's beautiful. It's always spoken to me."

[golden_lyre]

"But it isn't enough," Orpheus argues, settling against him but not able to relax.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"Your music isn't all you are."


[ooc: Pause? Headache. I can't think anymore.]

[golden_lyre]

"It's enough of me that I'm not sure what else there is," Orpheus says softly.

After a moment, he shakes his head. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't...do this."



[ooc: Sure thing. :) Feel better!]

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"Shouldn't do what?" Steve says quietly, brushing Orpheus's hair back from his face.

[golden_lyre]

"Guilt you into staying. I don't know why I am, really. I never do."

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"Is that what this is," Steve murmurs, still playing with Orpheus's hair.

"Neither of us really know what we're doing here, do we?"

[golden_lyre]

"I don't know. I know I'm trying to get you to stay, and I know I never do that," Orpheus murmurs.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve gets that gentle, thoughtful look he often gets around Orpheus, and gently kisses his forehead.

"I want to stay."

[golden_lyre]

"Are you going to, then?" Orpheus asks, pulling back to look at him.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"Can I bring the record player?"

[golden_lyre]

"Of course," Orpheus says with a faint smile. "You can bring anything you like, lovely."

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"Then I'm coming back." He has a faint smile, too, and he pulls Orpheus back to him. "I hate fighting with you. Can we not do it anymore?"

[golden_lyre]

"We can try," Orpheus says. "Though I do seem to keep putting my foot in it."

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve presses his mouth to Orpheus's hair. "You make me uncertain. I don't like it. I don't know how to handle it."

[golden_lyre]

"What are you uncertain about?" Orpheus asks, curling an arm around Steve as if to keep him from going anywhere.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"Us."

He's quiet a moment.

"What we are. What I mean to you. What kind of future we might have."

[golden_lyre]

"I don't know what we are," Orpheus admits. "And I'm not even sure what you mean to me. Something. Something important. I just don't know what.

"And no one ever knows what kind of future they might have."

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"Most people who're," he swallows, "together, they just assume they're have one, seems to me. And it's enough."

[golden_lyre]

"That's...difficult for me," Orpheus says quietly.

"Everybody leaves," he whispers.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"I know," Steve says softly.

"That's what makes me uncertain, I guess. You don't want it and I do. With you."