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Iceberg counted every soft breath hitting his neck as he slowly fell into some semblance of sleep in his lover’s arms. Glass’ warmth enveloping around his chest and tangled feet. Clinging on to him unconsciously like a giant octopus. The room’s silence only disturbed by the occasional shift in position.
His body reacted before his mind caught up to the noise. Hand silently retreating under the pillow to reach his gun. The figure was already stood beside him when he sat up and hit them in the nose with the back of his hand, a crunch and loud cry following after. They stumbled backwards a few steps, enough for him to take off safety and aim directly at them as he stood up.
“T’fucks going on…?”
Glass awoke behind him, reaching to click on the lamp sitting on their desk. Iceberg kept his eyes firm on the target, but faltered when he spotted the glint of a familiar necklace.
“Bright?! What the hell, man, has knocking become foreign concept to you?”
Bright smiled meekly at him. “I didn’t want to wake you. Hi, Simon.”
The blood continued to steadily stain his hands and drip down onto the floor when they pulled his arms down to see the damage done. Glass hissed through their teeth.
“Definitely broken. I can set it back for you?”
“Feels broken, too. Just do it while it still hurts.” He muttered.
Iceberg quietly returned the gun to where it originally resided with a small wince at the pop behind him. He threw a glance over his shoulder.
“You can sleep on my bed when you’re done bleeding. I’ll clean the floor and head out,” he said.
“Why? Where are you going?” Bright raised a brow.
He shrugged. “Too paranoid to sleep now. Might see if Gears is still up in the office.”