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“I… I don’t think I can handle that… Cuddles, that is… Not right now… But um, maybe we can just.. Sit close to each other? Calm down together and stuff… That might help. Maybe we can watch a movie…?”

He nodded a bit in understanding. “Here?”

“Anywhere there’s a couch.. And blankets..”

Lira stood up, and it looked as though it required some work, but he slipped his phone in his pocket. "Ok, lets go to the living room then. I cam get sole more blankets out of the laundry room." He looked at the photos again, then up at Nenai. "Can i keep these?"

“I… I don’t think I can handle that… Cuddles, that is… Not right now… But um, maybe we can just.. Sit close to each other? Calm down together and stuff… That might help. Maybe we can watch a movie…?”

He nodded a bit in understanding. "Here?"

Nenairia had printed the photos out, handing those over to Belira as he watched the videos. The further he got into it the more ashamed he felt. How could he have not seen that happening? Why had he been so ignorant? Oh, he had fucked up. He couldn’t even get through the second video before he handed the phone back, curling up in his seat as he brought his knees to his chest and rested his head on them.

Belira kept looking at the photos for a while, seriously doing all he possibly could to not just rip them up. He gently took his phone back, but began to go through it again. “Whoever did this is a fucking dumbass for thinking i couldnt prove them wrong when i saw the pictures..” he mostly said it to himself, mumbling, and ended up finding all the pictures that his face had come from. He showed them to Nenai, alongside the printed out photos, but said nothing.

As he saw the photos and their real counter parts he began to develop a sinking feeling in his stomach that settled in deep. He’d broken a finger and possibly ruined the only relationship he’d ever have all because he was too gullible and quick to snap. He just had to get defensive instead of asking why he might be wrong. Beautiful. “I’m sorry… I’m sucyva fucking idiot..”

Lira sighed a bit and sat his phone down om the table between them. "I know ive made my point, but i want you to know that no matter how upset i get, ill always love you. Im never going to go to someone else behind your back. Id never cheat. But im not really all that angry with you, other than you didnt listen to me and you avoided me. I.. i cant deal with that. If you have a problem, you have ti come to me and talk to me. But.. again, i love you, and im not really upset with you, im upset with whoever decided to hurt you. And you arent an idiot, you didnt know." He paused for a bit. "But.. if c-cuddles sound alright.." Lira trailed off, too worried that Nenai would reject him.

Nenairia had printed the photos out, handing those over to Belira as he watched the videos. The further he got into it the more ashamed he felt. How could he have not seen that happening? Why had he been so ignorant? Oh, he had fucked up. He couldn’t even get through the second video before he handed the phone back, curling up in his seat as he brought his knees to his chest and rested his head on them.

Belira kept looking at the photos for a while, seriously doing all he possibly could to not just rip them up. He gently took his phone back, but began to go through it again. "Whoever did this is a fucking dumbass for thinking i couldnt prove them wrong when i saw the pictures.." he mostly said it to himself, mumbling, and ended up finding all the pictures that his face had come from. He showed them to Nenai, alongside the printed out photos, but said nothing.

Tears formed in his eyes as he sat down. He knew Belira was upset, but he didn’t know how to fix it. “I’m… I’m sorry… I didn’t mean to get so angry, and I’m s-sorry if I made you upset… Can um… Can you show me how people change photos? And I um… I got the person to send me the photos… So if you want to see you can..”

Belira nodded a bit and took out his phone, bringing up a few editing tutorials, then handing his phone over to Nenai. "I dont know how to do it well, but heres some videos that show you. And yes, id like to see the photos please."

He walked in, eyes trained on the floor, clinging to the sides of his baggy sweatshirt. “Belira… Can we um… Can we talk? Please?”

He opened his mouth to say something, looking pretty pissed off, but then sighed a bit and stopped himself. "Yes." He closed the door carefully and found the nearest place that had a couple or more chairs, then sat down in one. He looked exhausted.

It took three days, but eventually curiosity and guilt forced his hand. Nenairia made the journey to his lovers lab and knocked on the door with his good hand. The other still hurt, and he had no idea how to take the splint off, but he wanted to ask what Belira had meant when he said photos could be changed.

Lira, though it took a bit, answered the door in about the same clothes he had been in when they fought. He was surprised it was Nenai, but then he realized the splint was still on his finger and that he probably just came to take it off. He moved aside so he could come in if he wanted, but didnt have much energy to say anything.

Immediately he pulled his hand back under the blankets, hiding it best he could without causing himself more pain. Still, he watched Belira. He couldn’t stop thinking that if he didn’t keep an eye on Belira, he might get hurt. It didn’t feel good to think that but there was no stopping it. He wanted Belira to leave and for himself to never have to deal with this again. But… Manners.

“Thank you…”

Right after Belira finished packing up, he slipped the kit back under where it had been, hoping Nenai wouldnt take it out. "If.. i didnt mean fir you ti get hurt, and im sorry. If you need me, ill be in my lab.." He kept his promise and left, not touching Nenai on the way out. He wanted to kiss him and hold him, but he also had a feeling he should just leave. So, he ended up back in his lab, not really making it to a chair or his bed and he just sat on the floor instead.

He whimpered, a pitiful look on his face as he tried to find a reason to say no and how to leave. But he couldn’t. Nenai wasn’t terrified, but ever so slowly he pulled his hand out of the blankets and offered it up to Belira. The deep purple bruising was already setting in, and blood blisters had formed already.

He quickly got the medical kit hed put under Nenais nightstand earlier, then sat next to him and pulled oit a few of the needed supplies. He looked at at him, befire he did anything. "I promise i wont hurt you just to hurt you, and ill let go when im done." He worked as quickly and carefully as he could, setting the bone and putting his finger in a splint, then giving the blood blisters the attention they needed. After he finished, he immediatly let go and moved away a bit, finally handing him the ice pack just to make sure hed be ok.

He tried his hardest to pull away, whining and pulling as hard as he could. It started to make him hyperventilate as he panicked. There was no way to get out, he was hurting, and his injured hand was in the grasp of someone who very well could be angry enough to make it hurt more. “Please let go…!”

After realizing that probably wasnt the best thing to do at the moment, he very gently let go. “Alright, ill let go, im sorry… N-Nenia i have to fix your hand, if it heals wrong then.. i-its hurt a lot more, you broke your finger, please let me fix it.” He moved away a bit to give him space.

As he backed away into a corner, he struggled to keep his blankets with him, burrowing down into them once he could and hiding all except his head. Even his hand was under the blankets now. “I c-can’t…” he whined, shaking his head. Nenai wasn’t sure if he could handle being touched again.

He sighed softly, but stayed in place. "i wont hurt you any more than set the bone, ok? Ill.. ill leave if you want me to after, you can hit me, i dont care, but i promise it wont hurt when its healed and it wont need to be broken again.. i know it hurts and i just want to fix it.."

He tried his hardest to pull away, whining and pulling as hard as he could. It started to make him hyperventilate as he panicked. There was no way to get out, he was hurting, and his injured hand was in the grasp of someone who very well could be angry enough to make it hurt more. “Please let go…!”

After realizing that probably wasnt the best thing to do at the moment, he very gently let go. "Alright, ill let go, im sorry... N-Nenia i have to fix your hand, if it heals wrong then.. i-its hurt a lot more, you broke your finger, please let me fix it." He moved away a bit to give him space.

“Maybe I don’t want to talk! Don’t I get a say in that? Since when do you get to make all the decisions!” Nenairia shouted back to Belira, kicking the blankets out of the way and shoving the man as he tried to slam the door shut.

However, he miscalculated how fast he needed to move his hand and just fingers got caught between the door and the frame as the thick, solid wood door slammed into his hand. He let out a yelp of pain, tears welling up in his eyes as he slowly pulled his injured hand away, crumpling to the floor.

“Since when do-” Though Belira didnt see what had happened, he had an idea and immediatly stopped mid sentence just to very carefully open the door and step in. “Nenai…” He sat next to him, extremely concerned and very gently put a hand on his arm. He didnt know how to help, but it was obvious he wanted to. “Y-you can yell at me all you w-want, but do you need ice..? Is there a way to help..?”

As tears rolled down his cheeks, he jerked away from Belira, curling up away from him with his back pressed to a wall. “Go away!” he whined, trying to keep his sobs at bay. It didn’t work and soon he had leaned over his hand, crying and shaking. It hurt so much, the pain shooting up his arm and reaching even his shoulder.

He left, but only briefly. After only a minute, he came back with an icepack and some painkillers, sitting next to Nenai but facing the wall instead. "Ill leave after i know youre ok.. im gonna check your hand, but i wont touch it yet, i promise.." he carefully picked up Nenai's hand, hoping he wasnt hurting him too bad, but he didnt touch anything but his arm. Nenai, however, wouldnt be able to jerk away from him.

“Maybe I don’t want to talk! Don’t I get a say in that? Since when do you get to make all the decisions!” Nenairia shouted back to Belira, kicking the blankets out of the way and shoving the man as he tried to slam the door shut.

However, he miscalculated how fast he needed to move his hand and just fingers got caught between the door and the frame as the thick, solid wood door slammed into his hand. He let out a yelp of pain, tears welling up in his eyes as he slowly pulled his injured hand away, crumpling to the floor.

"Since when do-" Though Belira didnt see what had happened, he had an idea and immediatly stopped mid sentence just to very carefully open the door and step in. "Nenai..." He sat next to him, extremely concerned and very gently put a hand on his arm. He didnt know how to help, but it was obvious he wanted to. "Y-you can yell at me all you w-want, but do you need ice..? Is there a way to help..?"

Frustrated, Nenairia pulled his blankets up around him and slid off the couch, walking away without a word. He wouldn’t have this stupid argument. Not when it made his heart race like this, not when he felt trapped in his own house because of it.

He got up, but stayed in place, becoming extremely worried again. “Nenai, please listen to me.. i want to solve this, i dont want you to think id hurt you like that..”

“No! Go away! I don’t have to talk to you! You can’t fix anything! Go away!” he shouted, walking faster. Turn even if his voice couldn’t get very loud it was still unnerving to hear him raise his voice.

Lira huffed and went after him, but kept a fair distance away. “No, im not leaving. This affects me too so im not leaving.”

“Sounds more like a you issue! I don’t care! Couldn’t care! Wouldn’t care! So go away!” Nenai dashed to his room, angry, a few blankets dropping as he went.

He quickly picked up the blankets and ran after his lover, stopping the door with himself and the fluffy objects. "Its not a me issue, its an us issue! This relationship isnt just me, or just you. And im not leaving until we talk..!"

Frustrated, Nenairia pulled his blankets up around him and slid off the couch, walking away without a word. He wouldn’t have this stupid argument. Not when it made his heart race like this, not when he felt trapped in his own house because of it.

He got up, but stayed in place, becoming extremely worried again. “Nenai, please listen to me.. i want to solve this, i dont want you to think id hurt you like that..”

“No! Go away! I don’t have to talk to you! You can’t fix anything! Go away!” he shouted, walking faster. Turn even if his voice couldn’t get very loud it was still unnerving to hear him raise his voice.

Lira huffed and went after him, but kept a fair distance away. "No, im not leaving. This affects me too so im not leaving."

Frustrated, Nenairia pulled his blankets up around him and slid off the couch, walking away without a word. He wouldn’t have this stupid argument. Not when it made his heart race like this, not when he felt trapped in his own house because of it.

He got up, but stayed in place, becoming extremely worried again. "Nenai, please listen to me.. i want to solve this, i dont want you to think id hurt you like that.."

Now he was just confused. “You… You can’t fake pictures, what do you mean? I saw the pictures, and the video! You can’t… Can’t just say it didn’t happen, I saw the stuff. I saw it!” Finally he sat up out of his blankets, looking at Belira. “You can’t just say you love me and me see that kind of stuff. A-and I’d understand you not wanting to be with me, so please don’t say you do if you don’t! I get it, I’m not the best. You aren’t… You could get better. Just don’t lie to me…”

Lira slowly walked to Nenai now, taking a seat next to him on the floor. He didnt look scared, butje looked extrenely upset over the fact his lover was hurting. “You can fake things like that, its called editing. Its how movies and posters are made a lot of the time. Do you have the video? Or the pictures?” He sighed a little. “And im not lying. I DO love you, i want to be with you, and even if i cant prove the videos and such wrong to you, im sorry that this hurt you.. but im really, really not lying. I dont want anyone else.”

“Why would someone even if they could fake it? Which you can’t! That’s not how pictures work, I’m not stupid!” he snapped, not believing Belira. He grabbed onto his blankets and pulled them tight against himself to feel more secure. Nenairia couldn’t stand being in this situation.

"Because a lot of people dont like me..! They have a chip on their shoulder. And i never said youre stupid, but you can fake things like that." He was definitely stubborn, but the situation didnt help.