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“I can take the garage-”
“Don’t be absurd.” Stacker says briskly, taking one of the cases. “Everyone knows, and my bed is more than large enough.”
“I-” Herc looks away. “Stacker, I haven’t slept in the same bed with someone since-”
Stacker pauses, the case balanced in his hands. “I see.” He says softly. “If you need the space, please say, I can take the sofa or- we have a camp bed.”
Herc takes a breath. “I’ll try.”
There’s a thump from upstairs. They both look up, and sigh in unison. The moment broken, they smile. There’s another hail of bumps and bangs as Chuck protests their forced move.
“At least Newt’s easy enough.” Herc sighs, and hikes their baggage up the stairs. “He and Hermann are going to be up all night looking through that telescope.”
“Or sneaking out to find badgers and hedgehogs.” Stacker smiles, and they settle the bags in Stacker’s wardrobe.
Herc smiles back-
Then sees the bed.
It’s absurd, it’s not the first time he has seen the bed. It’s not the first time he has seen the bed, it’s not the first time he and Stacker have spent time in it for that matter. But he’s never spent the night before.
It feels- like a betrayal. Angela’s been dead for three years now, she wouldn’t have cared. She would be glad he was finding love and caring somewhere.
It still feels wrong. And it’s Chuck’s snarling voice that sounds in his head, condemning.
Stacker hesitates, one hand on the bedknob. “Herc-”
Herc sighs, he takes a step and rests his head on Stacker’s shoulder. There are no words between them, none of them are the right shape, and they wouldn’t fit anyway,
He can hear Chuck thumping in the spare room, Mako and Newt and Hermann talking muffled a few rooms away. He can hear Stacker’s heart beating, just under his ear.
“I can take the garage-”
“Don’t be absurd.” Stacker says briskly, taking one of the cases. “Everyone knows, and my bed is more than large enough.”
“I-” Herc looks away. “Stacker, I haven’t slept in the same bed with someone since-”
Stacker pauses, the case balanced in his hands. “I see.” He says softly. “If you need the space, please say, I can take the sofa or- we have a camp bed.”
Herc takes a breath. “I’ll try.”
There’s a thump from upstairs. They both look up, and sigh in unison. The moment broken, they smile. There’s another hail of bumps and bangs as Chuck protests their forced move.
“At least Newt’s easy enough.” Herc sighs, and hikes their baggage up the stairs. “He and Hermann are going to be up all night looking through that telescope.”
“Or sneaking out to find badgers and hedgehogs.” Stacker smiles, and they settle the bags in Stacker’s wardrobe.
Herc smiles back-
Then sees the bed.
It’s absurd, it’s not the first time he has seen the bed. It’s not the first time he has seen the bed, it’s not the first time he and Stacker have spent time in it for that matter. But he’s never spent the night before.
It feels- like a betrayal. Angela’s been dead for three years now, she wouldn’t have cared. She would be glad he was finding love and caring somewhere.
It still feels wrong. And it’s Chuck’s snarling voice that sounds in his head, condemning.
Stacker hesitates, one hand on the bedknob. “Herc-”
Herc sighs, he takes a step and rests his head on Stacker’s shoulder. There are no words between them, none of them are the right shape, and they wouldn’t fit anyway,
He can hear Chuck thumping in the spare room, Mako and Newt and Hermann talking muffled a few rooms away. He can hear Stacker’s heart beating, just under his ear.