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Eric stopped the truck in an empty look out post on top of a hill.

"Eric?" Butters turned to look at Cartman and was surprised when the brunette pushed the lever that dropped the blond's seat until he was practically laying down.

The truck was roomy, and with nothing between the driver and passenger's seats Eric was able to easily push himself forward and gently position himself on top of Butters.

Butters was blushing, he didn't move or say anything, he was waiting for Eric.

Cartman leaned down and kissed Butters again. He had his elbows leaning again the shoulders of the chair and was careful not to put his whole weight on Butters. The blond, however, pushed him closer, excited to feel some heaviness on top of him.

As they made out Butters could feel moisture on his cheeks and realized Eric was crying, which caused him to kiss the brunette even harder.

Soon Eric pulled away and laid his forehead on the chair's headrest, right next to Butters' head. The two were catching their breath and Butters kept his arms around Cartman's neck.

"Sorry I never answered your facebook message, by the way," Butters said after a moment.

Cartman chuckled but it grew into a huge fit of laughter and the blond joined in. They were laughing at the ridiculousness of Butters' apology, at the absurd thing they just did, at the fear they both felt over the last few months.

Eric made his way back to his seat, still laughing. He wiped his eyes with his palm and shook his head. Everything was so fucking ridiculous.

Butters watched Eric, a small smile on his lips. Cartman was sitting so his legs were between the two seats, he leaned the side of his head on his headrest.

"That wasn't because you feel bad for me, right?" Butters asked. Eric looked at him confused so he continued. "Well, I guess not just the kisses, but everything. You weren't doing all of that because you feel sorry for me, right?"

"I don't think I'm capable of feeling sorry for another human being, Butters," Cartman explained.

He leaned over and kissed Butters one more time, lightly putting his hand on the blond's face. When he pulled away he left his hand in place, and Butters pressed his cheek into the caress.

"I didn't believe my mom at first," Butters confessed. "I thought she was just being nice, that you saw me maybe twice and she was exaggerating for my sake. But then you came that day after school, and you kept coming. And when the fellas visited Kyle told me how upset you looked while I was in that coma…"

Eric pulled his hand away from Butters. "It wasn't even a conscious decision."

"What do you mean?"

Cartman shrugged. "I just wasn't really thinking during that time. Honestly, I just thought about whatever was right in front of me, and that's it. It was like, 'now I'm awake, now I'm at school and need to do work, now school ended time to go to my car, now I have to go see Butters, now I have to eat, now I have to go to sleep.'" He listed all the items with his fingers.

"It was like that the entire time? What about when I woke up?"

"When you woke up I realized what was going on again."

Butters fixed his chair so it was sitting up right again and with help from his hands he moved his legs so they were in the space between the two seats as well.

"Thanks for taking me out today," he told Cartman. "And thanks for making sure I didn't fall."

This time Butters used both hands to cup Eric's face and leaned over to kiss him.

"I just wish it didn't take me almost dying for us to get here," he added when they pulled away.

"You know I've never been good at appreciating stuff when I have it," Eric told him.

"I guess not."