Chapter 2-7 I sleeps with Skwisy
Toki was discharged from the hospital wing just after seven that night. He was still a little woozy and so refrained from running everywhere like he normally would. Skwisgaar stuck close to Toki all night, again, mostly to piss Nathan off but also for his own peace of mind. They sat on the couch as they had two nights ago and watched the latest episode of Kitchen Calamities. The others were all having their after dinner six pack and Toki was starting to feel left out. He nicked the three quarters full beer out of Skwisgaar's hand and took a swig.
"Tokis, you shouldn'ts be drinkings." Skwisgaar said in his know it all fashion.
"I's not. Dis ams your beer." He said cheekily and took another swig.
"Ja, it ams." Skwisgaar said as he took it back. Toki leaned into the blonde man's side and rested his head on his shoulder.
"Shares wit mes den." Toki said and pressed firmly at him like a cat. Skwisgaar couldn't resist or refuse and so passed the bottle back to the rhythm guitarist who took it as he sat upright again. They shared another two beers while they watched television until Toki started to nod off on the couch.
"Toki are you alright?" Nathan called over when he saw him falling asleep. Skwisgaar looked over and poked him in the arm with the beer bottle he was holding. "What did you think you were doing giving him alcohol?" Nathan demanded of Skwisgaar.
"He wants it, so I shares wit him." Skwisgaar explained flatly. He put down his beer and shook Toki gently. Toki opened his eyes lazily and looked at Skwisgaar. He then decided that laying down would be a much better idea and gently fell sideways onto Skwisgaar's lap. Skwisgaar held both his hands up like Toki was a muddy dog.
"Ooooookaaay. Looks like the lil'guy is just tuckered out. He really probably shouldn't have had any booze, though. Gone straight to his head." Pickles commented.
Nathan glowered at Skwisgaar, got up and walked over to them. "Come on Toki, I'll put you to bed." He said and shook him gently (well, as gently as Nathan could shake anything, so just shy of dislocating Toki's shoulder). Toki opened his eyes and looked up blearily.
"Nah, I sleeps with Skwisy tonight." He said sleepily. Skwisgaar went pink, the man actually blushed. Murderface's jaw dropped and Nathan froze for a moment before he straightened himself.
"'Skwisy'?" He enquired with a raised eyebrow at the lead guitarist. Skwisgaar narrowed his eyes and then defiantly placed one hand on Toki's shoulder and another on his head.
"I didn'ts tink it ams a good idea for him to bes alones tonight." Skwisgaar said ignoring the front man's jab.
"Yeah, you got a good point there, Skwisy." Pickles said and chuckled. Murderface made some under the breath comments about gay Europeans but he agreed as well. Nathan grunted some kind of disapproving sound.
"So you'll roll one of your groupies off the bed to make room for him?" Nathan asked cynically.
"I gives de ladies de night off." Skwisgaar retorted throwing a pout at a silent Nathan. "So you can puts him in my beds, if you wants." He added deliberately. Nathan scowled and backed away. Skwisgaar turned up the corner of his pout in victory. He looked down at the drowsy brunette in his lap and shook him gently awake.
"Toki, wake up. Toki, come on, time for bed." He had switched to Swedish purely to piss Nathan off further. It worked.
"I am in bed." Toki responded still half asleep.
"No you're not. Come on, let's go to bed."
"You can. I'm good here."
Skwisgaar knew he was getting nowhere, so he ditched his words and returned to what he was good at. He took the hand on Toki's shoulder and ran it down the man's side then squeezed hard on his lower ribs. Toki let out an indignant squeak and rolled over. This gave Skwisgaar the appropriate jack point to leaver Toki up into a sitting position again. Toki rubbed his eyes and blinked a bit.
"Fine, let's go." He said and followed Skwisgaar up the stairs to the swede's room. Nathan's eyes followed them the entire way until they were no longer in sight.
Skwisgaar took a shower before bed as he usually got pretty sweaty before he actually fell asleep so it was just a habit now. He came out of the bathroom to find Toki's clothes (save his boxer shorts) all over the floor and the man curled up under the white fur blanket. Skwisgaar scoffed affectionately at the scene, put on a very unused pair of pyjama pants and slipped under the blanket on the other side.
"Skwisgaar," Toki murmured as he rolled over to face the other man. "You know, I really love my life here. I really like living here, with the band." He said lazily.
"I know what you mean. I like it too. I like it a lot."
"Yeah but you're so stupid you thought I'd give it up. I'd never give it up. Not for anything."
"Huh. I didn't think of it that way." Skwisgaar said without rising to the insult.
"Well you should have." Toki said and rolled to face away from Skwisgaar. Skwisgaar rolled onto his back in exasperation.
"We've been over this, Toki." He said in impatient tones. Silence radiated from the other figure. Skwisgaar thought back to what had caused the original incident and something clicked in his head.
"Toki, you know, you didn't kill that little girl. You're not responsible for her death." Silence continued to fill the room. "Look, she was sick and dying anyway. It sucks but it just happens sometimes. The Norns decide our fate for us long before we are born, so it wasn't your fault." Further silence, Skwisgaar sighed. "That's right, you were raised a Christian, weren't you? Um, this is part of God's plan, or something." Still nothing, "Yeah, that was stupid." Skwisgaar let out a long loud sigh.
"You know, I actually have a better understanding of how you must feel than you probably think I do." He began. "I thought that I was responsible for you, well, doing what you did, but as it turns out I wasn't and , ja, I was an arrogant jerk for thinking so, but if you had…. Well, if you hadn't woken up, then I wouldn't have found out what really happened and I would have gone on thinking that, well, that it was my fault." He looked over at the other man's back and dropped all of his defences. "I don't think I could have live with myself afterwards."
There was silence for a moment but then it was broken by the sound of quiet snivelling from the other side of the bed. The lead guitarist once again reverted to what he knew best. Skwisgaar slid over and put an arm around Toki's chest. He then kissed the back of his head and rocked him gently as they spooned. After a few minutes of quiet sobbing, Toki rolled over to face him.
"You know Skwisgaar," he said wiping his eyes and nose, "Sometimes you're not that big of a dick after all."
"Humph, yeah." Said the blonde man and kissed Toki on the forehead. "But don't go spreading that around. I've got a reputation to keep up."
Toki let out a small laugh. He buried his face into the older man's chest and lay there in that luxurious, sex scented, plinth of promiscuity, with the hands of the fastest guitarist alive holding him firmly, until they both fell asleep. Tomorrow wouldn't be a new day, but it might be a little bit easier.