lio catch all

[burningrescue]

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[madburnout]

[He's changed now, back into long sleeves and long pants that cover most of the wounds. Not as obvious now, and they still smart. He does actually sit down on the edge of the bed, shaking his head at first.]

[Then he pauses, pulling up the side of the shirt - where there's a pretty good chunk out of his side. Galo probably knows it hurts? He's likely got the same one.]

[burningrescue]

Oof. Okay, hang on.

[Going for the medical supplies, grabbing some antiseptic and some cloth and bandages. And just getting in there without asking for permission, cleaning it.]

[madburnout]

[That's fine. Lifting his shirt to show him was basically asking him to do it. He tries his best not to react to anything, with pain or otherwise, but he can't help it if he hisses a little when the antiseptic hits. And also Galo can feel all his feelings? He can tell when it hurts. Looking ahead, only occasionally glancing down at him.]

[burningrescue]

[He's a pro, though. He frowns a little, when he hurts, but he cleans it and then carefully bandages it up.]

There you go.

[It's only after he finishes that he realizes how close he is, that Lio is letting him touch him like this. Uh. Huh.]

[madburnout]

[Uh huh.

Just . . . looking at him. He's feeling a lot of things. A lot of those things are Tired, and Foggy, and still kind of Sad, but also. Hm.]

. . . Thank you.

[burningrescue]

[Shaking his head hastily.]

You don't gotta thank me. I'll always help anyone that's injured, no matter what.

[madburnout]

. . . Do whatever you want.

[How is one supposed to take that, Galo. Dropping back into slightly defensive, moving to lay down instead, closing his eyes even if he can't sleep.]

[burningrescue]

Aww, man.

[He feels defensive and a little bit hurt, too, from Lio. So he for once gets what he did wrong.]

I didn't mean you're a 'no matter what' or something.

[madburnout]

[Cracking one eye open.]

You're hovering. At least try to rest.

[burningrescue]

I can't.

[Grumbling, but flopping down next to him.]

I just get bored, lying here thinking about how I wish I could sleep.

[madburnout]

. . . You feel the same things as me, correct?

[Yes, Lio, you've been doing it for a week now?]

Here.

[Closing his eyes again, trying to think about . . . absolutely nothing.]

[burningrescue]

[Oh. That. Doesn't work on him at all, his brain rejects the calm feeling and wants to buzz, but it does make him think.

Wow.]

[madburnout]

[It's . . . hard to keep up the concentration with all of Galo's buzzing and interruptions, but he struggles against it for a little bit more. Eventually, he gives up, turning just his head to him.]

. . . Your thoughts aren't like the fire at all.

[burningrescue]

Hah! My soul is definitely burning still, even though I'm sleepy.

[Smiling at him, though, quietly happy at Lio talking to him even if he interrupted his crush feelings.]

Besides, you can't read my thoughts. Or at least, I can't feel yours. Just the feelings.

[madburnout]

[If Galo is quietly happy . . . then he has to be at least somewhat quietly happy too, right? For no other reason than Galo is obviously making him.]

It isn't as though I'm unused to it. [What.] It was stranger before. When there was nothing else in my head. It has been . . . strange. Empty.

[Cold.]

[burningrescue]

Is that why you're all, like. Sad? Because you can't hear the flames?

[Oh my god, Galo, you don't just ask people why they're sad.

But he wondered, and wondered if he was allowed to ask, and here is Lio talking to him.]

[madburnout]

[You can't just ask people why they're sad, Galo!!!!

Or, at least. He couldn't ask before. Because Lio wouldn't have answered. But now he feels as if, after a week of Galo sharing that feeling, maybe he deserves at least some insight into it. He takes a long time to answer, partially because he's trying to figure out the words, but he might feel that deep well of sadness rise up again when he thinks about it.]

No.

[burningrescue]

Oh.

[Yeah, he does feel it. He frowns, as the feeling wells up again, looking away from him. He can't work up the bravery to ask more when he feels so hopeless.]

[madburnout]

[He's quiet for another long stretch, letting it fade again. Trying to tamp it back down.]

You mentioned you had seen me? Before we arrived?

[y'know. as a dragon.]

[burningrescue]

[Nodding, slowly.]

As a dragon? Yeah. Just for a minute.

[madburnout]

Do you know what he did?

[And, since he can feel Lio's feelings, it's a red hot flash of anger.]

[burningrescue]

[Gritting his teeth, though Lio will feel in return his own corresponding flash of heartbreak.]

To make you that angry? Nah.

[madburnout]

[That's fine. He has his own.]

All of them-- he . . . attacked us. Sent Freeze Force to capture them after I gathered them. I thought we would be safe. [And then it's a thousand things at once. Sadness, anger, guilt, guilt, guilt, guilt] He has them. The Burnish. While I am here, useless.

[burningrescue]

All your Mad Burnish guys...?

[He still doesn't get it, exactly.]

[madburnout]

No. All of them.

[If he meant Mad Burnish, he would have said it. He isn't mincing words here.]