Oh, It's You Again // O/O // Closed

“Oh. That…that makes sense,” Bridge said, keeping his fingers twirled in Scipio’s hair but moving his palm to the side of his face.

Scipio opened his eyes and looked up at Bridge. When he wasn't trying to be intimidating, his eyes were actually quite pretty. The bluish gray color of them could even be soothing, like the sea during a cloudy morning.

(Also I apologize for the weird spacing of my replies. I'm sick and I keep trying to sleep lol)

((You’re totally fine, sleep if you have to!))
Bridge blinked and blushed the tiniest bit more as Scipio opened his eyes. They were pretty too. Very pretty. Everything about him was pretty.

(I'll be fine. I've got a doctor's appointment at three for me though since I've got a 102 fever)
"You're doing it again." Scipio said softly. "The blushing thing."

((Oof…hope you feel better!))
Bridge blinked, his own sparkling golden eyes wide. “I am? Oh…of course I am.”

(Thank <3)
"But I'm not even doing anything." Scipio still didn't seem to fully understand the concept of blushing.

“You’re…you’re being pretty,” He said, looking down at the ground.

"I am? How?" Is that like, a constant thing or can I stop? Scipio wondered to himself.

"You're…you're just…really pretty. Your hair…is pretty. And so are your eyes. And the rest of your face," He mumbled quietly.

Scipio still seemed a bit confused, but nodded a bit anyways. "Okay." He closed his eyes again.

It was both difficult and a blessing Scipio was so clueless, Bridge thought. He had to explain everything to him, but at least Scipio probably wasn’t aware he liked him.

(Scipio literally never says thank you and it's kinda funny)
Scipio sighed softly, keeping his mind active so he wouldn't fall asleep. He likely still would soon, though.

((I thought so too))
Bridge continued to run a hand gently through his hair. “You…you know you can sleep if you want, right? I…I don’t mind.”

("You're pretty" "Okay")
"I don't want to, though…" Scipio murmured, not moving from where he was.

((Actually me though))
“You don’t have to…it’s fine,” He responded, tilting his head.

Despite not wanting to sleep, Scipio eventually did, his head still leaning against Bridge's hand.

After a while, Bridge finally noticed he was sleeping, moving so he could lean on all of him, not just his hand.

Scipio's breathing was calm and slow, and since Bridge had moved him, his head was on the other's shoulder now.

(Can I just say that I adore them?)

(Lol yeah I just think it's hilarious how much Bridge likes this psychopath mass murderer)

((I mean…he's a bean what can I say))
Bridge sighed to himself - again, not a happy, content, or satisfied one, but one that simply meant everything would be okay. For now. He kept softly petting Scipio's hair, amazed by how soft it was.

(Dave better not show up again for a bit if he knows what's good for him)
Scipio was still asleep. (Idk what else to put man, he sleepin)

((should we like…skip or somethin))

(Yeah probably lol)

((okie lol))
Bridge was still gently petting his hair a couple minutes later when Scipio woke.

Scipio yawned. "What day is it?" He asked. "Did they tase me again?"

"Same…same day," Bridge told him, a little caught off guard. He, unlike Scipio, had no idea of telling when someone had woke or gone to sleep. "They didn't…tase you."

"Oh, alright…" Scipio sat up, rubbing at his eyes. "Why was I unconscious, then?"

"You fell asleep. You were…sleeping," He answered carefully.