Epilogue

1 month later

Cronus

I snuck up behind my matesprit as he stepped out of the shower, towel hanging off his still slender hips. He was surprised as I wrapped my arms around his waist, just above the wet fabric. He tensed at the sudden contact but quickly melted into my embrace. "Hey Cronus." He's still so quiet and timid, it hurts. It reminds me of the story he told me the day I found him. It hurt that he had ever been in so much pain and hurt more that it was still there.

"Hey, Chief. Hovw ya doin?" After deliberating a moment, he settled on an answer.

"Better," he decided. This was always his answer. He was never great, or good, or even okay, but he was always better. And that was fine. After all, the human, Rose, had talked to him in one of her few moments of sobriety. She had said it would take sweeps to repair the psychological damage and he may never be the same. I began trailing kisses down his neck and he shivered at the sensual touch.

"That's good to hear." I turned him around and let the kisses trail down the scars on his chest and arms. I was very gentle, his body was still recovering. Though it had replenished all the blood within a couple of days, the wounds themselves took longer to heal. I knew they were still super sensitive. Crossing the word mutant etched into his side, I heard his stomach growl. I laughed. He blushed. "Hungry Chief?" He smiled down to where I was stooped and blushed deeper.

"A little." I stood up and brought him close. Now I could feel his stomach growl pressed against my abdomen. I laughed again.

"Hovw bout some soup. Or do you want to try something a bit more solid?" Three months without food had done a number on his digestive track. His stomach had trouble handling much of anything. For the first week, it could only take this weird nutrient water Porrim alchemized. Then he moved up to broths, then broths with crumbled bread or crushed crackers, and now he's up to actual soups with noodles or vegetables cooked soft, he still couldn't do meat. But his ribs were fading away under a layer of fat which would eventually become a layer of muscle. I loved watching him improve. "Maybe a sandwich or some rice or…" He looked up at me, smiling and hopeful.

"Eggs?"

"That's fine. Eggs are good." His smile broadened into a full blown grin. It was good to see him happy for a change.

"Okay, just let me get dressed." He disentangled himself from my arms and I let him go. I couldn't help the smile on my own face. Kankri was so much better. He wasn't great, or good, or even okay. But he was so, so much better. And that was wonderful to me.


Aaaannnd, that's it. It's over. No more five review for next chapter. No more staying up late so I can post the next chapter as soon as the reviews are in. No more teasing my readers by dropping hints Kankri's gonna die and then not kill him. That was funny. Anyone feel nostalgic yet? I do. Seriously, I loved posting this, I loved reading the reviews, I even made a new friend. Shout out to FanFicAddict823, who rights beautiful reviews, beautiful. I believe I will write many more homestuck stories. Most will probably be sadstuck, but I may try my hand at crack fics or romance. We'll see. So, I guess, that's all. Wow, it's only been a few days and it's already over. That's just, wow. Alright, I'm done here. I hope everyone who has and will see this really enjoys it, cause Gog knows I did. Until next time,

Carida^^