A/N: A drabble a day. How hard can it be?
20. May 2012: GAMBIT. "a remark made to open or redirect a conversation."
"You look exhausted."
This opening gambit between Roger and Edilio had become standard for the two of them. If there were other people around Edilio would put on a smile, shake his head and insist he was fine. But if they were alone like now, something that rarely happened, Edilio would almost fall into Roger's arms, clinging to his support with all he had.
"You need to rest, 'Dilio."
"Can't. Clive's sick, so I have to do his guard shift. Sinder's requesting my help to something in the garden, and I swear, if it's another mutated snake, Sam has to go, but he won't, because he and Astrid are on some kind of extended vacation in their houseboat, and…"
Before Edilio could continue, he felt a pair of soft lips on his own. Just like that he could feel all the anger, stress and frustration being sucked out of him, all because of the boy who stood before him.
Roger, the boy who had become Edilio's rock in the FAYZ. The one stable, good thing he had with him. The one person who had, in a very short time, been able to break through Edilio's walls and helped builed him up, who knew all his insecurities, his quirks, knew about his fear of snakes and how much he really missed his brothers.
After so long in the FAYZ, Edilio knew not to trust easily. Everyone could switch side. Roger was the one person he trusted the most. He wasn't going anywhere.
Edilio smiled into the kiss, and had to put one hand on Roger's waist to support himself.
Maybe he could use some minutes to relax. All of his problems weren't exactly going anywhere.