“- love,” Rocky repeats simply, and he’s not sure what he means by it, or what Frank meant by it, or what it means at all. He likes it, though. He could get used to the taste of that word on his tongue.
He takes Frank’s hand warmly, clasping at the contact, but makes no move to go with him. He lays his head on Frank’s shoulder, content to rest where he is- where they are, together.
It’s not that he isn’t afraid- he’s still terrified, even here, even with Frank at his side- but he’s tired, and Frank is the warmth he’d so missed, and the word love lingers like honey on his lips. He curls up a little closer, moving oh-so-gingerly to favor his wounded side. How well they fit together, the two of them, Rocky’s broad solidity over Frank’s corseted curves, like a wall, like a shield. again.
Adrenaline is wearing out; exhaustion shuffles in to take its place. Damp eyes drift towards close; the panicky rhythm of his breathing begins to even out against Frank’s chest. Perhaps rest would do him well…
& suddenly, it’s as if the servants don’t EXIST at all ; frank shuts his eyes, relishes this nearness & the comfort that comes with it. after all rocky’s been put through, & after the scientist had KILLED in cold blood before the creature’s eyes, he still wishes to be close to his maker, still WELCOMES the touch of his hand. it seems impossible that evil & chaos should persist in rocky’s midst ; he emits such a LIGHT, such a gentleness that both enthralls &overwhelms the doctor. ‘ mm – i do love you, rocky. soon, you will understand … soon, i will explain everything. ’
frank can’t, however, ignore how precious THIS is : the warm silence that blankets them, the feeling that, maybe, there isn’t anything to be explained. the doctor sighs ; green eyes, stained with multi - colored powders, BLOODSHOT& still stinging with tears, flutter open. ‘ we must go. well –i must. you must rest, rocky. ’
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