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john rubs another slow circle on roger’s back and keeps humming softly, hoping to coax roger out of his stubborn silence. he hasn’t said a word since he walked in and slumped into john’s bed an hour ago.
“rog?” he prompts softly.
“she dumped me,” roger confesses finally. “she broke up with me, and she won’t even tell me why.”
john tries to ignore the way his stomach flips at that and focuses on finding soothing words.
“she’s a right idiot, then,” he finally comes up with. “you’re great, roger. any bird would be lucky to have you.”
“apparently not,” roger replies bitterly into john’s chest.
john nearly loses it there, spills his guts and tell roger everything, but he manages to hold back. “look at me,” he says instead.
roger peers up at him with those big blue eyes that always make john’s heart beat a little faster. “what?” he mumbles.
“you deserve so much better than her. you deserve… everything, rog. i don’t even know how to put it into words”– (really, he does, but he couldn’t say it)– “but you do. you deserve someone who loves you.”
roger swallows thickly before burying his head back in john’s chest, muttering something that vaguely sounds like ‘thank you, deaks’.
john takes a shuddering breath and tries to slow his heartbeat. he’ll worry about all those other feelings later. for now, it’s just him and roger, and roger needs cheering up, and john would give him the world.