Shang Beida honestly might rather go back with Casper than have Casper come back with him. Then he could fight the people who had been mean to Casper, and also, his king wouldn't... potentially conflict with Casper over his spy's... loyalties.
Casper pulling him in is nice, and being leaned into, and... Shit. He-- he's not sure if he should touch Casper right now or if it would make it worse.
"Shh, baobei, 心爱, it's-- well it's not okay, obviously, but I'm not-- upset at you or anything. Do you need me to, to go, or? It's not your fault, baobei. You're-- being traumatized isn't your fault either. I don't want to do anything you aren't comfortable with." He does not know how to help! Touching Casper helped down below in the plants, but that was-- Casper wasn't upset by him, then. He's pretty sure this is different. Different source of trauma.
"No, no. It's not you. I'm sorry. I'm sorry, it's just - I'm sorry, I'm a mess, I can't..." His eyes fill with tears and he sniffles, scrubbing the back of his hand against his eyes. "... You deserve someone less broken than me."
He stands and hops over to his prosthetic, starting to pull it on. He needs to shower, but having more stability will help. "... I can't... sorry. I want to... hold you. Hug you. Kiss you. I don't know if anything else has... um. Crossed your mind. But the idea of that is... I want to, I really do, but I... I don't want to get scared and hurt you. I... I'm just... sorry. The whole... Prince Crab thing is..."
He slams a fist against the wall, pressing his forehead to it. The noise rings a little in the space and he slumps. "... Why me, schatzi? Why can't I have one of those legends that at least doesn't have so much shitty people in it?"
"I only care that you're a mess because you're unhappy, baobei. You're... I don't want some hypothetical less broken perfect person. You... you understand me, you're nice to me, you're so..." He's still unable to really put into words how incredible Casper is, how astonishingly lucky he is to have met him.
The idea has definitely crossed the mind of the sellout porn author, yes, it would be hard for him to have avoided the thought, but... "We-- we don't have to do anything that... I don't want to be the one traumatizing you further, 心爱. If I could-- go kill the one who hurt you like-- but I can't, and I'm not a therapist, I don't know how to fix anything." He's not useful for this, for emotions. Well, he's not useful for much of anything, but especially not this. He's fairly completely useless socially and always has been. He's honestly completely unworried about Casper hurting him, only concerned about Casper being scared and upset. He gets hurt all the time, he'll live.
"Fate is an asshole and I'll fight it too? You don't-- you've never deserved to be hurt. I can't and I won't believe that any of it was ever your fault. The world is just... cruel and hard and... things happen and... sometimes we can't escape them." Can he escape his fate, really? He still half expects his king to get Luo Binghe to tear him a way here with Xin Mo to reclaim his spy, if only to have the privilege of his death himself.
"It is, and I'd like to fight it too. And I don't think killing Prince Crab would go over well with the Sea Dragon but it's tempting." He just tries to breathe normally, not the way his body is trying to hiccup-breathe.
Part of him wants to complain that therapy is only for people who can heal - which isn't him. He got the benefits of being able to heal physically, he shouldn't complain. But he knows that Shang Beida would object so he's just left feeling useless.
"Sorry. I'll just... um. I should just clean up. I'm sorry, I didn't mean to make a scene..." He can't even look at his boyfriend right now. He's just causing him pain, isn't he?
"The Sea Dragon can go fuck itself too, then." Not a useful sentiment, probably, but it's the one he has. He makes a mental note that if he ever meets any royal crustaceans he will do his level best to murder them.
Shang Beida does feel horribly helpless, but... he still wouldn't trade having someone care about him. He just wishes he could help. "Do you want me to turn around, or leave?"
"Probably." As for the question, he's... not sure. "I... don't leave? Please?" He'd feel too exposed without Shang Beida watching his back, so to speak. "Maybe just... turn around? I can do the same for you once I'm done, so you can get cleaned up, too."
"I can do that." He positions himself in front of the door, so not only is his back to Casper, he's blocking the entrance against anyone who might want to come in. "Just... tell me when to turn back around. I won't move until you say."
"Yeah." He finishes undressing and takes an extremely quick shower, not even waiting for the water to get more than freezing before he finishes. It's not super disinfecting, but it's enough to get the grime off of his body. He also holds up his shirt, jacket, and pants to the water to wash them off.
He turns off the water and dries himself best he can, dressing again. Sure his clothes are wet but... it's fine. "You can... um. Turn around now. ... I can do the same for you if you want." Maybe he should find Wet Justice - dammit. Shang Beida's got him using that name now, too.
Shang Beida turns around to see Casper fully dressed and also about as wet as he'd been after the storm. Which is fair enough, his clothes had been kind of covered in mud, might as well rinse them out. "I don't mind if you look? I mean, um. If you... wanted. It's-- fine. Anyway." He's definitely blushing again, but also, he doesn't mind at all if Casper watches him. He might even sort of like to be... looked at by someone who wants to look. Not that he's going to put on a show or something but...
He turns the water back on and tests it, wincing at how cold it is and waiting for it to heat up before he kicks off his inner pants towards his robes and steps in, soaping himself up, though he only rinses out his hair--he doesn't feel like fetching out his actual xianxia hair products right now and re-oiling it and everything. As long as he can scrub the sweat off his scalp he'll be fine. He determinedly doesn't look back over at Casper to see what kind of attention he might be paying, because that really might make him self-conscious.
When he's done, he dries off as best he can and puts his layers of robes back on, even if they're grubby and mudstained--on the front as well as the back, now. They're going to be brown instead of yellow at this rate. But he's going to wait until he has the attention and time to dedicate to cleaning the silk without damaging it more, which is not right this second in the shower. And the mud has mostly dried enough to flake off, only leaving the stains behind, so it's undignified but... fine.
"I -" He doesn't want to be a perv - but he isn't, that's his boyfriend. It's not like he's going to care. ... Right? He sneaks a quick peek at the other's back and - oh that's a butt. A cute butt. He blushes and turns back around, waiting for him to finish. While he waits he activates his healing, feeling the wounds close up and some of the soreness leave.
Bob on the other hand stares, but he also doesn't care. Naked people are naked people, it's not like he's ever worn clothes. When the man finishes and dresses he croaks and Casper turns around, clearing his throat and trying to keep himself under control. He's still a teenager, if only barely.
"S-so yeah. We should... we should find somewhere to rest. You need sleep. ... The adrenaline crash and all. ... Maybe I can... dry off by then." He has no sort of fire magic, and he can't even imagine how he ever would.
"You need sleep too, baobei, if you think you can manage it." Shang Beida kisses his cheek. "I can seal a room shut so no one else can get in? If you-- think you'd be okay with being shut in with me." He doesn't want to set Casper off again, that's the last thing he wants. "You can at least lie down and rest in some kind of comfort, either way."
"No, it's okay." If he really needed to he could probably bust a door off of its hinges. Maybe not with magic, but it'd be an interesting test. "... I just um. Don't want to get you all wet." He's trying to be considerate, okay? "Though if we find a blanket maybe I can wrap that around me for a bit until I dry..."
Resting would be nice... he hasn't really rested this whole time. He knows he can go for a while without sleep, but he... probably shouldn't. 'Just because you can doesn't mean you should' and all that. "If I can dry off you... can rest against me if you want. I don't know how you usually sleep, but I... I don't mind. I understand if you'd rather not, but I - I just wanted to... offer?"
"I, um. Maybe we could... ask Wet Justice to dry you off? And then-- I would, um. Like to... I've never had the chance before to..." Cuddle. "I'd like to... be with you while I sleep. Not... with you like-- just-- you know. Fully clothed together? Um." He is hopelessly awkward and just digging deeper here but hopefully Casper can understand what he meant.
"I was thinking that earlier, yeah. ... Cuddling would be nice. I... I haven't ever cuddled against someone." Bob snuggled against him when he was a chick, but that's about it. "... Love you, schatzi."
He reaches out and squeezes the other's hand. They've... they've got this. "No point in just standing around here, right?" They're just going to make bigger puddles on the floor.
"Cuddling would definitely be... very nice." He squeezes Casper's hand back and darts in to kiss him quickly. "Love you too, 心爱." He never thought he would have the chance to... hear and say that. The new definitely hasn't worn off yet.
He tugs Casper along with him, unwilling to let go of his hand if he doesn't have to, to go find Wet Justice and get his boyfriend dry.
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Date: 2024-03-30 11:21 pm (UTC)From:Casper pulling him in is nice, and being leaned into, and... Shit. He-- he's not sure if he should touch Casper right now or if it would make it worse.
"Shh, baobei, 心爱, it's-- well it's not okay, obviously, but I'm not-- upset at you or anything. Do you need me to, to go, or? It's not your fault, baobei. You're-- being traumatized isn't your fault either. I don't want to do anything you aren't comfortable with." He does not know how to help! Touching Casper helped down below in the plants, but that was-- Casper wasn't upset by him, then. He's pretty sure this is different. Different source of trauma.
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Date: 2024-03-30 11:28 pm (UTC)From:He stands and hops over to his prosthetic, starting to pull it on. He needs to shower, but having more stability will help. "... I can't... sorry. I want to... hold you. Hug you. Kiss you. I don't know if anything else has... um. Crossed your mind. But the idea of that is... I want to, I really do, but I... I don't want to get scared and hurt you. I... I'm just... sorry. The whole... Prince Crab thing is..."
He slams a fist against the wall, pressing his forehead to it. The noise rings a little in the space and he slumps. "... Why me, schatzi? Why can't I have one of those legends that at least doesn't have so much shitty people in it?"
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Date: 2024-03-30 11:44 pm (UTC)From:The idea has definitely crossed the mind of the sellout porn author, yes, it would be hard for him to have avoided the thought, but... "We-- we don't have to do anything that... I don't want to be the one traumatizing you further, 心爱. If I could-- go kill the one who hurt you like-- but I can't, and I'm not a therapist, I don't know how to fix anything." He's not useful for this, for emotions. Well, he's not useful for much of anything, but especially not this. He's fairly completely useless socially and always has been. He's honestly completely unworried about Casper hurting him, only concerned about Casper being scared and upset. He gets hurt all the time, he'll live.
"Fate is an asshole and I'll fight it too? You don't-- you've never deserved to be hurt. I can't and I won't believe that any of it was ever your fault. The world is just... cruel and hard and... things happen and... sometimes we can't escape them." Can he escape his fate, really? He still half expects his king to get Luo Binghe to tear him a way here with Xin Mo to reclaim his spy, if only to have the privilege of his death himself.
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Date: 2024-03-31 12:13 am (UTC)From:Part of him wants to complain that therapy is only for people who can heal - which isn't him. He got the benefits of being able to heal physically, he shouldn't complain. But he knows that Shang Beida would object so he's just left feeling useless.
"Sorry. I'll just... um. I should just clean up. I'm sorry, I didn't mean to make a scene..." He can't even look at his boyfriend right now. He's just causing him pain, isn't he?
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Date: 2024-03-31 12:20 am (UTC)From:Shang Beida does feel horribly helpless, but... he still wouldn't trade having someone care about him. He just wishes he could help. "Do you want me to turn around, or leave?"
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Date: 2024-03-31 12:38 am (UTC)From:no subject
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Date: 2024-03-31 02:02 am (UTC)From:He turns off the water and dries himself best he can, dressing again. Sure his clothes are wet but... it's fine. "You can... um. Turn around now. ... I can do the same for you if you want." Maybe he should find Wet Justice - dammit. Shang Beida's got him using that name now, too.
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Date: 2024-03-31 02:26 am (UTC)From:He turns the water back on and tests it, wincing at how cold it is and waiting for it to heat up before he kicks off his inner pants towards his robes and steps in, soaping himself up, though he only rinses out his hair--he doesn't feel like fetching out his actual xianxia hair products right now and re-oiling it and everything. As long as he can scrub the sweat off his scalp he'll be fine. He determinedly doesn't look back over at Casper to see what kind of attention he might be paying, because that really might make him self-conscious.
When he's done, he dries off as best he can and puts his layers of robes back on, even if they're grubby and mudstained--on the front as well as the back, now. They're going to be brown instead of yellow at this rate. But he's going to wait until he has the attention and time to dedicate to cleaning the silk without damaging it more, which is not right this second in the shower. And the mud has mostly dried enough to flake off, only leaving the stains behind, so it's undignified but... fine.
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Date: 2024-03-31 02:47 am (UTC)From:Bob on the other hand stares, but he also doesn't care. Naked people are naked people, it's not like he's ever worn clothes. When the man finishes and dresses he croaks and Casper turns around, clearing his throat and trying to keep himself under control. He's still a teenager, if only barely.
"S-so yeah. We should... we should find somewhere to rest. You need sleep. ... The adrenaline crash and all. ... Maybe I can... dry off by then." He has no sort of fire magic, and he can't even imagine how he ever would.
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Date: 2024-03-31 02:57 am (UTC)From:no subject
Date: 2024-03-31 03:02 am (UTC)From:Resting would be nice... he hasn't really rested this whole time. He knows he can go for a while without sleep, but he... probably shouldn't. 'Just because you can doesn't mean you should' and all that. "If I can dry off you... can rest against me if you want. I don't know how you usually sleep, but I... I don't mind. I understand if you'd rather not, but I - I just wanted to... offer?"
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Date: 2024-03-31 03:10 am (UTC)From:no subject
Date: 2024-03-31 03:13 am (UTC)From:He reaches out and squeezes the other's hand. They've... they've got this. "No point in just standing around here, right?" They're just going to make bigger puddles on the floor.
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Date: 2024-03-31 03:20 am (UTC)From:He tugs Casper along with him, unwilling to let go of his hand if he doesn't have to, to go find Wet Justice and get his boyfriend dry.