[She says her good byes, and by the time he's there, the tea is ready, and there's a tray set up on the living room table. When she hears the knock on the door, she goes to answer it with a smile.]
Jean! Come in.
[She steps back, and opens the door wider, giving him room.]
And thanks for the cookies. I bet they taste wonderful.
[Jean is still pretty beat up, with his face colored yellow on one side where a black eye is fading away and other abrasions etched on his cheeks, but he looks like he's in much better spirits than before. He's almost smiling, for one thing, as he holds up the bag of cookies.]
They do. Armin's really learning how to bake well. And Marco's back in the city.
[He'd meant to draw it out a little more, but whoops, there it is.]
[Nice shiner there Jean. She's not going to wince though, since she'll be able to heal it up soon. And she's distracted too by hearing Marco is back in the city.
So much that she forgets herself and gives Jean a hug.]
Really?! That's wonderful! I'm so happy for the both of you!
[Jean is more than happy to return her hug, even if her arms around him make him wince. Carefully, he's still awfully bruised up. He laughs, though, just as happy as she is.]
It's amazing. He doesn't remember being here before, but he's here again, and he's safe.
[Jean slides his pants down to his knees, exposing himself and his injuries. His inner thighs are still mottled with bruises and burns, as are the tops of his hips. He's a little embarrassed by them now, and doesn't meet her eyes.]
[Her voice softens, and she reaches out to touch an unbruised section of his chest. But she doesn't say anything else as she withdraws her hand. Instead, she brings them both forward as her palms start to glow with a soft blue light.
He's embarrassed, she's just worried, and it shows. But she doesn't say another word as the healing process begins.]
[Thankfully, she doesn't ask any questions, and Jean watches the blue light from her hands with interest. He's had Xion heal him once before, and he wonders if Masaki's healing works the same way. Either way, it'll be good to get the marks off him.]
Mm. I can try. They're not infected, and you're in pretty good health otherwise so...there's a good chance they won't.
[Still, it's going to take more than a second to get these healed. But that's all right, she just wants to be through. Besides, she's healed far worse then bruises before.
[Jean chuckles awkwardly at that, and lifts one hand to the back of his neck. Congrats, Masaki, you've made him blush instead of the other way around!]
[Jean will certainly take that hug, and maaaaybe cling to Masaki a little, hiding his face in her shoulder.]
I... I hope so. I hope he wants me again.
[Because Marco not wanting him is one of Jean's greatest fears, the one that led him down the self-destructive path than Masaki just erased the last vestiges of.]
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want to just keep it action in here?
[And about ten minutes later, Jean is knocking politely on Mansion 19's door, a bag of cookies in one hand.]
works for me!
Jean! Come in.
[She steps back, and opens the door wider, giving him room.]
And thanks for the cookies. I bet they taste wonderful.
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[Jean is still pretty beat up, with his face colored yellow on one side where a black eye is fading away and other abrasions etched on his cheeks, but he looks like he's in much better spirits than before. He's almost smiling, for one thing, as he holds up the bag of cookies.]
They do. Armin's really learning how to bake well. And Marco's back in the city.
[He'd meant to draw it out a little more, but whoops, there it is.]
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So much that she forgets herself and gives Jean a hug.]
Really?! That's wonderful! I'm so happy for the both of you!
[Nothing else matters. Marco's back!]
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It's amazing. He doesn't remember being here before, but he's here again, and he's safe.
[And not dead. That's important too.]
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[She starts to squeeze, but notices how carefully he's hugging her back.]
Ah! Oh, sorry, I didn't realize!
[Hastily, she makes to let go.]
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[Still, he's relieved when she lets him go.]
I mean, you're going to fix all that soon anyway, right?
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[She backs off a few steps, and gestures for him to come into the living room.]
Go ahead and strip down and sit. I'll take care of you.
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Do you need to see all of them for the healing to work?
[Some of the nastiest ones are on his inner thighs, although the round, puckered cigar burns on his chest and hips are pretty damn bad.]
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[She's already biting her lip at the sight of his chest. How in the world-or who-had been burning Jean like that...?]
Or...are, in this case.
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[Jean slides his pants down to his knees, exposing himself and his injuries. His inner thighs are still mottled with bruises and burns, as are the tops of his hips. He's a little embarrassed by them now, and doesn't meet her eyes.]
Uh... had a bad week.
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[Her voice softens, and she reaches out to touch an unbruised section of his chest. But she doesn't say anything else as she withdraws her hand. Instead, she brings them both forward as her palms start to glow with a soft blue light.
He's embarrassed, she's just worried, and it shows. But she doesn't say another word as the healing process begins.]
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[Thankfully, she doesn't ask any questions, and Jean watches the blue light from her hands with interest. He's had Xion heal him once before, and he wonders if Masaki's healing works the same way. Either way, it'll be good to get the marks off him.]
Can you make it so the burns don't scar?
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[Still, it's going to take more than a second to get these healed. But that's all right, she just wants to be through. Besides, she's healed far worse then bruises before.
These look so nasty though...]
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[Jean waits patiently and quietly as she does her thing, watching her hands move and the light flicker.]
I really appreciate you doing this. I, uh... I didn't want Marco to see me this way.
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I didn't think so. Don't worry.
[She offers him a smile.]
He'll see you as perfect as always.
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I don't... he doesn't remember being here before.
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So that means he gets to learn your body, all over again. From your hair to your toes.
[Which she thinks isn't such a bad thing. Any boyfriend would want to body worship their lover right.]
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I... I guess?
[Which sounds downright appealing, really, now that he thinks about it.]
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Mm. Might be worth it to draw it out for a few hours. Maybe get him all relaxed before you pounce on him, right?
[Sorry Jean, she's a romantic. And the thought of Jean seducing Marco? Too much to resist.]
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[Jean covers his face with one hand.]
I'm not going to pounce on him!
[His voice is muffled behind his hand, and serious.]
I was too aggressive when he was here before. He needs... he needs to decide if he wants me on his own.
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[Her voice is playful, at least for that sentence. But when she stops the healing, She reaches forward to hug him to her chest.]
Hey.
He cares for you. And I'm sure whatever choice he makes, it'll be because he wants it. Not because you want it.
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I... I hope so. I hope he wants me again.
[Because Marco not wanting him is one of Jean's greatest fears, the one that led him down the self-destructive path than Masaki just erased the last vestiges of.]
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[She doesn't want him to go down that path again. Not if it could be helped. She turns her head to kiss his head, sighing.
She can't even call him dumb. Many people fear rejection.]
He cares for you Jean. I know it.
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[Marco caring for him has never been the question.]
I just don't know how much.
[There's a big difference between friendship and the complicated, aching, cloying feeling he gets in his chest when he thinks about Marco now.]
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