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This was a business transaction of the familial kind.

After that last visit with Lavender and Daeshim it became clear that for Hunter to be able to keep Daeshim and the Treejus he had to share his own little gremlins. Namely with Lavender.

This visit was part humor because yes, yes he did draw up a contract for Lavender stating that they would share custody of Apollo and Hades when they were born. It was still worded very, very carefully however because he didn’t <i>really</i> want to sign over his offspring. But it would be good for Lavender and it makes Daeshim happy to see her being <i>very</i> fae.

The contract is held in one hand when he knocks on the side door and heads inside to seek the little girl out.

But who he finds getting a glass of water is not who he was looking for.

“Hey…is Lavy home or is she gone with Dae?” Hunter asks Lennon.

To be honest he isn’t sure how Lennon is doing with all of this because he isn’t allowed to be around really. But he knows the trauma that the kidnapping had to of had. He hasn’t seen Lennon even leave the house since then.

“How are you…?”

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Lennon isn't expecting anyone to be coming into the house and well everyone is gone except for Lavender who's taking a nap. So he'd had no choice but to leave the bedroom to get a refill of water. His jaw tenses when he sees Hunter. But Hunter is allowed in the house, Lennon had never wanted him to not be he just avoided him when he could.

"She's napping," Lennon says. His eyes dart to the side when the other asks him how he is. He's not good but he doesn't want to admit that to Hunter so he just shrugs. "Why are you here?"

“Oh,” Hunter nods a little.

It feels a little strange being here like this, he admits. He never wanted it to be this way. He really didn’t, but it was what it was.

He blinks and holds up a few papers, smirking softly, “It’s a little ‘contract’,” he makes a quote sign with his free hand, “for Lavy. She wants partial ownership of our twins… I just thought it would be cute to make it sort of official…”

Lennon exhales and he really just wants to crawl back into bed even more than he does usually. Seeing Hunter has sadness spreading through his chest and it's a feeling he doesn't need right now.

"She'll be up soon or you can wake her..."

“Ah, no…rather not wake her,” Hunter shakes his head quickly.

Lavender already squints at him like he’s the most suspicious creature on the planet…over acorn babies.

But he also know’s he can’t linger here either. He could leave the contract but that would be too hard to explain.

Biting his lips he glances around the familiar kitchen and then at Lennon again, “Are you…adjusting any better since…?” Trauma. He still remembers getting rid of all of those little vials.

Lennon makes a soft sound to acknowledge the other's decision and he honestly doesn't see what there is left for them to talk about. He's about to tell Hunter he's free to wait and then head back to bed when he asks the question.

He tenses feeling the panicked feeling anytime it's too present in his mind.

"I don't want to talk about that with you. You can wait for her to wake up if you like."

Hunter doesn’t want to linger here any longer than necessary but he also understands trauma. Some people have an easier time moving past it, working on it - than others.

He won’t wait for Lavender to wake up. He’ll take the contract home and surprise her with it next time he see’s her.

For now, he worries his lips and then looks Lennon over once, “I can dull it if you want, the memory of what happened. It’ll help you get back to normal and it’ll stress the pups less…”

Lennon frowns at Hunter and then scoffs a little.

"Oh now you're okay with altering stuff?"

Hunter naturally pouts a little, “…that was traumatic, Lennon…you may think I’m a jerk but I don’t want you to be freaked out to leave your own home forever.”

He breathes and teeters a little at the counter, “Do you want me to?”

Lennon knows it won't be forever. But he's not really gotten over everything. Sometimes if Daeshim touches him without him seeing him first Lennon freaks out a little inside. Sometimes it's hard for him to leave his room to go get Lavender.

But he doesn't want anything from Hunter.

Of course he wants it to be better. There's a lot of things he wants to be better.

He ends up just staring down at his water.

Hunter watches him for what feels like a long time. It isn’t but it stretches out enough that it feels like it.

Back then he didn’t want Lennon to forget about him. Because no matter what - there had been genuine feelings. Feelings Hunter didn’t want to be erased. He didn’t want Lennon to forget that he loved him. That he cared.

But it’s clear that…that isn’t going to change.

Hunter scratches the top of the counter and swallows a little lump in his throat. He hates how everything got messed up. But it wasn’t fair on either side he supposes.

“I’ll erase me, too.”

Lennon blinks, staring at the glass a moment longer. He loves Hunter but he'd not been able to figure out how to make it hurt less. How to make it have more good than bad...

"Daeshim..." he swallows hard. "He didn't want that." he'd been so upset about it.

Lennon exhales, the word yes is chanted in his mind but the way Daeshim had reacted before... it's hard to say it out loud.

Setting the little contract for Lavender down on the counter, Hunter looks away and nods, “I’ll adjust them. That’s all.”

He sends a quick text to Sungki just incase he needs him but then he forces himself around the counter, “I won’t go away…but I’ll …be different. You won’t love me anymore.”

"I just don't want to be in love with you anymore," Lennon says quietly. There's a difference. It's the fact that it's more than that he can't move on. "Or Baein," he whispers softly.

As the other comes closer he wants to duck for his room but he can't move that fast and even if his ankles are killing him he stays still.

Only three or so people have gotten this close to him since the kidnapping and he's already getting antsy. It's not even that he has bad thoughts about Hunter he just... can't control the panic.

Hunter stops moving closer. And he nods. Of course, Baein.

“Okay,” he agrees and glances around, “do you want to sit down somewhere?”

Maybe if it had been anyone else, Lennon would just take them back to the bedroom but ... it's Hunter. He nods and glances around the kitchen before he goes to sit down at the table quietly, though there's a soft noise when he manages to settle into the chair.

It's going to be a pain getting up.

Hunter can feel his own walls wanting to go up; like a personal security system he had to create as a child—-but it needs to wait.

He sits down in a chair near by but still giving Lennon space.

There’s a hesitation but…

“There are a few things I need you to do for me, though…”

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Lennon frowns again, glancing up at Hunter. “What?”

Hunter watches him for a moment and he already hates this.

“Go talk to someone who can help you see your real worth. Someone who knows how to actually help you. You’re so much more than you allow yourself to be…” he sighs, “stop thinking less of yourself and thinking that the only way you can connect to people is with sex. You’re more than just your body and what you can give people. Your mind is fucking beautiful.”

He frowns and runs a hand through his hair, “You’re an artist, Lennon…artists are nothing but passion and imagination…and you need to bring that into your relationship. Daeshim needs the brighter you back. The carefree way you used to be before everything got messed up. The love you have left for me—-focus that on him. And your babies. Okay?”

“I’ll do my best,” Lennon murmurs. And without the weight of loss hanging on him maybe he’ll have a chance.

Expecting more than that would have been stupid. Hunter just nods and stands up to move around behind him.

“…um…did…I mean, was there anything you wanted to say or should I just…?”

“I love you even if how I love isn’t … right,” Lennon says, exhaling heavily.

“Love is love, Lennon…there is no right way to do it…”

Hesitating, he gently brushes his hands back through Lennons hair and kisses the top of his head, “I’m sorry,” for not being enough for what you needed.

The process shouldn’t hurt. He doesn’t think. But he stares ahead of himself without seeing what’s really there; he’s picking through the others mind, trying not to pay attention to things that don’t concern him.

Seeking out memories that just contained him are harder than he wants to admit. Maybe he doesn’t want to see them the way Lennon remembers them. It feels like gathering files on a computer and dragging them from one place to another. Rewriting what needs to be re-written and just tucking the special things that can’t be reWritten into a different box.

On the way he grabs those with Baein and slips them away in the same fashion into their own safe place for now.

And it’s funny how it feels like watching a film reel; fast forward, rewind, stop, cut…

In a sense, Lennon is lucky because he’s not having to watch them anymore. Not even a last time.

Baein will be his friend still but the waters won’t be muddy anymore.

The relationship proposal will disappear.

The sex between he and Hunter gets put in the box. The moment the said ‘I love you’ joins all of that as well.

There’s a whimper somewhere and he isn’t sure if it’s Lennon, himself or both.

The way Lennon will see him from now on won’t carry the intensity it had before. He’ll still be important but no where near what he had been once upon a time.

No, the whimpering is coming from him. He’s sure of it.

Please don’t forget that you were more important than you thought you were.

The original plan was to erase it all. Make it as if it had never existed. But he can’t do that. He can’t. So it all gets put into the same fucking box and locked away in Lennons mind. He won’t know it’s there and only Hunter will know how to open it. Not that he will but he would be able to.

Again his hand brushes through Lennons hair and he kisses the top of his head, turning away before Lennon can see the tears that were inevitable. He just hadn’t expected them to be blood. He leaves the contract and just calls over his shoulder, “When Lavy wakes up come over so she can sign the contract okay? Get some sleep.”

Lennon doesn't argue with Hunter but even Hunter has contradicted that before with Lennon. He closes his eyes and he doesn't know what Hunter is doing, how he's doing it. There's moments of feeling loss, something missing and then a heaviness lifting off of him.

But when it's done, he doesn't really remember what just happened, like he'd lost time.

Lennon finds himself too tired to get up to say goodbye and take Hunter to the door. Letting him let himself out. He feels a bit strange and off but maybe he does need a nap...

"Okay we will. See you."

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