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[Hunk just totally gave him a Look too at that question, a look that says you are asking a question for which you already possess the answer. Yup. Of course he's yellow. He doesn't even have to guess that Keith's red.

He knows.]

I mean, duh I'd want to live with you. That'd be a huge relief, you know? Having you around.

[lonered]

[Yeah okay he realized that the minute it was out of his mouth that he was asking a really really obvious question.

And yeah, Keith's as red as they come. Never even a question.

Keith's also smiling, honestly weirdly relieved that Hunk does want to live together. ...like he expected the opposite? IT's hard to say. Keith is bad at these things.]

Okay. Good. I think so too.

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[Keith, how could you ever think he'd refuse!

Also it's been ages and he's really missed Keith. You know. He's already said that but he's very eager to catch up with him and get into some kind of rhythm here for as long as they are here.]

Cool. Thennn, let's go looking for a spot for us. You know. Good view's a must. Close to downtown... [He chuckles.]

[lonered]

[Because he went and fucked off and joined the Blade and gave up the whole being a paladin thing, so it's not like he can just expect his old friends (family) to take him back, right?

But apparently Hunk is. So. That's... great.

Except Hunk is being a brat, and even Keith can't help an amused little heh.]

Something with a fireplace... and resale value.

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[Keith is severely underestimating himself... and how Hunk is certain everyone would be eager to take him back in a heartbeat.

He grins because look. Keith is being funny.]

Ooh, yeah, resale. Good one, Keith, we'd be in trouble if we didn't think about resale.

[lonered]

[See? He can totally be funny. Like. Rarely. But it happens.]

Don't want to be stuck with it when we're ready to ditch out of this place.

[Keith is, for the record, very ready to ditch out of this place right now. But since they still haven't figured out how, well, that's something they'll have to keep working on. And Hunk's here now, and Hunk is one of the smartest guys Keith has ever met so that has to only help!]

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Exactly. Maybe if it was in a nicer vacation spot but, like? Don't think we'll be coming back here for vacation.

[Not unless they improve their tourist attractions... or put some in. Hunk shrugs helplessly, his grin sticking.]

For real, though, we should go around and find a decent place. We'll have to move your stuff, including... [Gestures at conspiracy theory wall.]

[lonered]

Yeah. We can find a good one and get everything moved over and settled--

[Oh. Yeah that's coming. Keith manages a sheepish sort of grin.] It may not be helpful, but it made me feel a little better at least.

[So there's that. Right? So far no breakthroughs like before though. Maybe in time. The conspiracy wall could still come through!]

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Hey, a way to organise your thoughts and information is never not helpful. Even if usually people use, like, a binder with tabs or a computer or journal...

[Keith is just UNORTHODOX.]

We can, like, bring it over piece by piece so we won't mess it up.

[lonered]

A binder would be easier to carry. But... this works better.

[He likes having things spaced out, oriented by geography, in spots that are sort of related to the information or the occurrence or the anything. Apparently this is how his brain works, a little chaotic and everywhere all at once.]

Yeah. It shouldn't be too bad to reset it up. Wherever we wind up.

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It's more Keith style, for sure.

[Hunk laughs, glancing toward the wall. Yeah. He can't imagine Keith with a binder and a set of pince-nez... though he's picturing it and it's cracking him up inside.]

It'll all work out. Can't be that hard. We usually fly around space fighting and stuff, so. [THIS IS MUCH EASIER]

Action - post event post cure, a few days after even

[lonered]

[So. Keith has been avoiding Hunk. Everyone, really. But Hunk especially. It's kind of hard to even think about facing him, after what he did. After he bit him, almost tried to tear his throat out... how can he face him?

Except he has to. Hunk is his friend. Hunk is important to him. And Keith can't run forever.

He's been doing a good job so far. He spends a lot of nights holed up elsewhere in some empty building or another, only slips into his room in their house through the window and slips out the same way. But honestly it sucks. Keith misses Hunk. He's really come to rely on having him around.

And he needs to man the hell up and apologize and hope Hunk doesn't hate him (despite the notes he's found left around from Hunk saying exactly that). So today, if Hunk is home, he'll hear the door open and shut and a set of hesitant footprints making their way down the hallway. And then a very very tentative,]

Hunk..? Are you home?

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[Hunk's not a sulking kind of guy, but he has to admit that Keith avoiding him is getting to him. Rather, it's making him sad that Keith feels like he has to avoid him and stuff like that and the non-answers to his notes has just been... depressing! He doesn't want to be avoided by friends, it's about the worst thing in the world. He'd rather be bitten by werewolves forever than that.

Besides, his neck has healed up and he's not werewolfy so, like, there's no point in avoiding him! That's what Hunk thinks.

He's... well, he's brooding in the living room, slumped sideways in a chair and thinking about how empty and quiet a house is when your roomie isn't around. This house is way too big for one person. And Hunk went from a largeish group of people always around to one person and then to no people.

Sigh.

His eyes snap open when he hears the door though and he holds his breath, thinking not Keith first but a robber except that's unlikely and that's Keith's voice. As tentative as that voice calling out, Hunk gets to his feet and pokes his head out to peek out into the hallway. Who that. That not Keith. Keith been impossible to find.]

[lonered]

[Oh. He's home. Keith freezes mid-step and reminds himself that he needs to actually not suck at this right now.

He's currently awkwardly clutching a basket that is... well it's a mess. One side is literally a piece of every kind of colored fruit he could get his hands on and the other is a jumble of every colored flower he could find. ...he'd thought he might try to make it look, you know, nice, but mostly it looks like a six year old's craft project or something.]

You are here. [Good? Good.] I... are you okay?

[Yeah?] I wanted to... I wanted to apologize. I'm so sorry. I never meant to hurt you. You're my friend, and I... [He sucks. And he's bad at this. And he's not making eye contact. He's staring at his stupid apology basket. It's the worst basket. He's the worst friend.]

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[Keith... got him an apology basket. Made him one. And despite wanting to hold on to the stinging, hurt feelings of being avoided, Hunk can feel them being soothed with Keith's awkward but earnest attempt to apologise to him. Even though he's apologising for the thing Hunk never blamed him for.

He furrows his eyebrows as he stares at Keith and then he walks out in the hall. He's just going to reach out, gently moving to pluck the basket from his grip.]

Keith, I was never mad about that? I never blamed you for a second. So, you're already forgiven, y'know? [He turns the basket around in his hands, gazing down at it before looking at his face.]

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[Keith lets Hunk take the sad little basket and then awkwardly... look at his hands, having no idea what to do with them for a moment before he well, crosses them. Because that's his go to.

But he looks up at Hunk anyway when he speaks.]

But I bit you! I could have killed you!

[Were you not paying attention, Hunk?]

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Uh, yeah, you bit me. But I'm not killed, I'm alive?

[Hunk looks at him, his eyebrows raising like Keith are you going to argue with his forgiveness.]

I'm not gonna be upset at you for what could have happened. I'd have to get mad at everyone, in that case. [He pauses. Rotates the basket in his grip again, pursing his lips as he glances down at it.]

The only thing I was [am? it helps to talk about it, talking about your feelings always helps, is very important] actually upset about was-- I was worried about you, man. I didn't know where you were. I kept looking but I couldn't find you. And then I kept thinking you came back and I kept missing you and...

[He frees one hand, waving it jerkily. His eyes look suspiciously misty.]

[lonered]

You were worried? About me?

[Sorry if he looks confused about that, Hunk. He's not exactly used to it. So give him a second while he thinks about this. Okay. So... Hunk's upset that he's been avoiding him... but not because he bit him.

There is some genuinely perplexed expressions going over Keith's face right now.]

I... I guess I didn't think. I'm really sorry.

[He is. Genuinely.]

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[WHY IS IT A QUESTION OF COURSE HE WAS WORRIED!!

Hunk's lips purse more and he leans to put the basket very gently on the floor before he fixes this look on Keith.

Keith's forgiven with the apology, he really is, Hunk's not the type to be mad (always just worried to the point of being upset) but he does extend his arms apart in what is probably a familiar move at this point since Keith is the only one Hunk can glom onto in this place.

And he's looking at him expectantly.

Hug. Hug and all will be truly forgiven. THIS WEEK HAS SUCKED KEITH HE BECAME A WEREWOLF ALONE.]

[lonered]

[Because this isn't what he's used to!! He had started getting used to it as a paladin, but then he ran off to join the Blades and. Well.

Anyway, he watches Hunk as he puts that basket down, not entirely sure what is going on here at all. But oh.

Really?

Is it that easy? Should he really be forgiven that easily? PROBABLY NOT. But it's hard to argue when he really doesn't want to argue. Yeah, hugging. Please.

Keith steps forward and more or less just tips straight forward into Hunk's chest, moving to wind his arms around him.]

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[Hunk puts both arms around him gladly when Keith does, giving him a solid, warm squeeze and exhaling... what sounds to be a relieved sigh. His shoulders slump, tension oozing straight out of them.]

Whenever you wanna apologise this is all you gotta do, you know? But thanks for the basket. It's really cute.

[He's going to put the flowers in a vase and make the fruit into a dessert or maybe a fruit salad and they're going to enjoy it as buddies. Reconciliation fruit salad!]

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[Okay. Hugging. Keith... feels better actually. And he looks sheepish, genuinely sheepish because, well..]

...it's not cute.

[It's just a sad little basket. But he tried. Story of Keith's life right there. But he will happily eat reconciliation fruit salad so there's that at least.]

But... yeah. Okay. I get it.

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Yeah? You really get it?

[Hunk's arms tighten briefly and he pulls back to give him a very scrutinising look. All right. Pop quiz time.]

So, if you ever accidentally hurt me again in any way, what's the plan to apologise? It can be more than a one-step plan. So let's hear it.

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[lonered]

Of course I really get it!

[He sort of mostly really gets it, Hunk. But ugh pop quizzes why this. Okay.]

...don't run off into the woods alone. And... say I'm sorry instead of avoiding you for days.

[How's he doing so far?] ...maybe a hug? And apology baskets are optional?

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One hundred percent. Perfect. A plus. You can upgrade the hug to a 'certainty' if you want, but that's up to you.

[Hunk says it firmly, emphatically, and then laughs and gives Keith a brief, one-armed hug, jostling him roughly, in an earnest friendly way before reaching down to grab the basket.

He swings it lightly and nods his head toward the kitchen.]

C'mon. Let's make some fruit salad, and put these flowers in a vase or--a cup. Probably a cup.