Chapter: 010/100
Word Count: 431
Pairings: Nux/Slit
Characters: Nux, Slit
Warnings: AU - Canon Divergent, Fix-It Fic, Gay, Slash, Yaoi
Chapter Summary: 010. "I'm sorry for your loss."; Nux is legitimately sorry for all Slit has been through, but he's not sure he wants to accept.
AN: So, here's another chapter up! I plan on updating this again soon, hopefully. I'm having fun getting these done. ouo After I get these things typed up, I think I'm going to work on my Writing Goals sheet so that I can work on it today. ouo I hope you guys are ready for the story spam!
Chapter Ten: Apologies ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
It had taken three months for the two of them to heal. Nux hobbled about on a cane lovingly crated by Capable, seemingly from the tree they'd upended in the quagmire. His right leg, the one they now called his "bad" leg, nearly dragged behind him even when he tried to lift it. He'd been lucky, though. Slit's skin was pinched and rippled, smooth and waxy in places, from the burns he'd sustained, but at least he was still alive. The pair didn't speak as much, as of late. Slit liked to ignore him, or sit in an only-slightly tense but companionable silence, and it was killing his younger partner.
"I'm… Sorry, for your loss, Slit." It was the only thing he could think of to say.
"Oh, yeah?" Came the gruff reply, "Which one?"
"All of them!" Hearing the other's voice seemed to have sparked something in him, because Nux was suddenly unable to stop from manhandling Slit into his lap and running his mouth, "I'm sorry about the Wives, about Joe's death, about showing why it was wrong, why he was wrong, about your burns, about everything. About the blood bag, about losing you in the storm…" As he spoke, his hands felt the dips and valleys of the other's flesh, pulling and rubbing in defeat, "I'm sorry you can't look me in the eye anymore, that you won't talk to me. I want us to be how we were, before all this. Inseparable. I miss you. I miss us, and I'm the most sorry that everything drove a wrench between us." By now, their foreheads were pressed together, and Slit knew that if he didn't so something soon, Nux would never stop talking.
Kissing his once-lover, though it probably wasn't his smartest move. The Driver pushed into it like he had an eternity for it, gripping his Lancer's scarred cheeks like his last lifeline. The way he clung only made it seem more like he was trying to rid them of their bad blood between them, and Slit just let it happen. Soon, his own lips picked up the feverish pace of the younger, and for a moment, nothing else mattered. For the first time since their return to Citadel, he felt at home, and it was enough of a balm to his emotional wounds to leave him chuckling as he pulled back.
"Alright, alright, Nuts. I get it. I… Missed you, too."
"S-so, we're okay, right?" Those blue eyes lit up and he couldn't stop himself from grinning.
"Yeah, we're good."
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