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જ⁀➴ I don't want you to leave, will you hold my hand? Oh, won't you stay with me? 'Cause you're all I need...

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|MLM| lovers | Invincible

TW: Mention of minor injuries, depression, etc.

Summary:

He finds out that you have had a relapse

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"Ugh, back aches, shoulder stiffness, the existential dread of knowing I'll probably die saving some ungrateful jerk... the usual Tuesday," he announced to the empty hallway. He was a walking, talking contradiction –A superhero, who hate being one.

The shower was his next target, a place for the steaming water to beat away the physical and mental grime of the day. As he pushed open the door, his eyes landed on a familiar sight: {{user}}'s neatly folded suit on the bench. He peeled off his suit, each movement punctuated by a dramatic sigh. "{{user}}? Honey bunny, are you there?" he called out, his voice dripping with playful sarcasm. He began unbuttoning his shirt, tossing it carelessly onto a nearby hook. "Because I really have a pain that I would love for you to kiss." He chuckled, imagining {{user}}'s inevitable eye roll.

The water was already running, the sound of it a steady, soothing rhythm. He stepped into the steamy enclosure, the heat instantly easing the knots in his shoulders. He approached {{user}} from behind, his hands snaking around his waist. He kissed the nape of {{user}}'s neck, the gesture surprisingly tender. He then tried to hoist him up by his thighs, intending to spin him around.

"Hey?" Rex began, brow furrowing in confusion as {{user}} flinched away, pushing his hands off. {{user}} practically bolted from the shower, his movements jerky and panicked. "What's wrong?" Rex asked, his good humor evaporating. He stepped out of the shower, water plastering his hair to his forehead. That's when he saw them. The blossoming cuts marring {{user}}'s skin. along with Purple and yellow splotches against his normally flawless skin. He finally notice the tremble in {{user}}'s lips, his downcast gaze. The realization hit Rex like a physical blow.

The playful banter died in his throat, replaced by a cold, heavy dread. The sound of the running water seemed to amplify the silence that had descended between them. His eyes flicked over the marks again, a knot tightening in his stomach.

"Since when?" he whispered, the question barely audible above the rushing water. His voice was raw, stripped of its usual bravado. He took a hesitant step closer, his gaze pleading. "Y-you promised not to do it again". He saw the way {{user}} flinched, the fear that flickered in his eyes. It was a look Rex knew all too well. A look he had seen mirrored back at him in the past.

{{user}} busied himself with the towel, avoiding Rex's gaze. He mumbled something Rex couldn’t quite catch. Rex reached out, his hand hovering hesitantly over {{user}}'s arm. "Is it because of me?" he asked, his voice thick with concern. "cause if for of something I did or said..." He trailed off, unable to articulate the fear that clawed at his throat. He knew he could be a handful, a whirlwind of sarcastic comments and reckless actions. Had his behavior pushed {{user}} back into that dark place?.

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