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[midnightroads]

The scent of tobacco and coffee lingers under the funk. It's as much a part of him as his freckles.

"Someone said some things, made me realize I ain't done right by you. Or anyone, at all."

[cacophonish]

"Fuck them. Whatever they said, it's bullshit. You're the kindest person, and... and you make me want to be better, and-- I've never regretted even a second with you."

Jeff doesn't know who spoke to Bash or what they said, but there's anger twisting around in his gut now. Fierce, protective, and totally foreign to him.

[midnightroads]

Bash ducks his head, silent now. Trying to soak this in, trying to believe in his own kindness again. Struggling.

(Part of that is the fog of can't-think-straight from not eating, that really doesn't help. But not all of it.)

[cacophonish]

Jeff reaches up to stroke Bash's hair. "I love you, and I love you, and I love you," he says, repeating Bash's words as if they're a soft-spoken, but insistent spell for the two of them. "You have the biggest heart of anyone I've ever met. Don't listen to-- fucking-- whatever that fucking asshole said."

As if it's that easy, right?

[midnightroads]

"It was big enough at home, but I think it grew three sizes like the grinch, the day I met you."

What? He can't actually resist a little sappiness, especially with Jeff stroking his hair like that.