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Post by Adrian Veidt on May 7, 2010 2:33:28 GMT -5
Adrian threw open the door and kicked it shut as soon as he'd made it inside.
"Adrien?"
Bubastis padded out of the living room, her eyes large and sad. Adrian leaned to rub her jaw.
"Is he in there?"
The cat looked toward the room and back at Adrian, and then started walking back to where Adrien was. Adrian followed her.
"Adrien, I'm here-"
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Post by Adrien Baillon on May 7, 2010 2:35:15 GMT -5
There was no answer beyond the sobbing; Adrien was a critical mess on the floor, his knuckles white as his fingers dug into the carpet in excess emotion.
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Post by Adrian Veidt on May 7, 2010 2:40:26 GMT -5
"Adrien-"
He gathered Adrien up into his arms, trembling in his own right now.
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Post by Adrien Baillon on May 7, 2010 2:41:12 GMT -5
He didn't even cling to him at first, limp as a damp towel, and then he latched on vice-like and sobbed uncontrollably.
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Post by Adrian Veidt on May 7, 2010 2:50:35 GMT -5
Adrian glanced anxiously toward the computer screen, and saw that it was open to an article about the Final Solution.
"...ah. Oh. Oh, Adrien..."
A whole surge of bad memories crossed streams with guilty relief that that was what had prompted Adrien's breakdown.
"Haseling... sssshhhh... I have you... you're safe..."
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Post by Adrien Baillon on May 7, 2010 2:51:42 GMT -5
"I want to go back I want to go back I want to go back," he moaned, practically incoherently.
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Post by Adrian Veidt on May 7, 2010 2:59:33 GMT -5
"You're not talking sense- breathe, Adrien-"
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Post by Adrien Baillon on May 7, 2010 13:39:45 GMT -5
He gasped as he tried to, finally just ceasing to speak altogether, and collapsing in a broken heap on Adrian and curling up to weep.
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Post by Adrian Veidt on May 7, 2010 14:08:26 GMT -5
Adrian simply cradled him uneasily and thought of New Year's.
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Post by Adrien Baillon on May 7, 2010 14:27:56 GMT -5
Adrien nuzzled him needily, hard and uncomfortably close.
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Post by Adrian Veidt on May 7, 2010 14:34:30 GMT -5
"I... I'm sorry. That's why I said you were... lucky."
He didn't dare say that it didn't matter, that even had Adrien not been brought to him somehow, the boy would still have been executed by guillotine before the Wehrmacht could occupy Paris. Adrian tilted him up in his arms to look at Adrien's lovely tear-streaked face, kissed his unsullied, intact neck just once, and stroked his cropped but still very present and beautiful blond hair.
Adrien was all right. He hadn't died. He was here in Adrian's arms...
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Post by Adrien Baillon on May 7, 2010 14:38:04 GMT -5
But the impact of those words on him built beneath the surface for only a few seconds before he started freaking out, gasping and crying out and then burying his face in Adrian's chest to try and stop his shoulders from jerking, to muffle himself. He was practically screaming.
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Post by Adrian Veidt on May 7, 2010 14:43:23 GMT -5
Adrian almost dropped him. He staggered, at least.
"Adrien, I'm-"
He sighed. At this point, to hell with keeping things under wraps. Not when Adrien was this clearly in the midst of a breakdown.
"I'm going to set you down and call the hospital. I'm not leaving, I just can't deal with this and still keep you safe-"
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Post by Adrien Baillon on May 7, 2010 14:44:49 GMT -5
He clung to him, begging hysterically for him not to do that and to just hold him. He lapsed into extremely eerie silence and hugged his neck.
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Post by Adrian Veidt on May 7, 2010 14:46:16 GMT -5
"Not if you don't pull yourself together. Ssshh..."
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