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”Henry… Henryyyy.”
The specter of Hyde drifted closer to the seated form of Dr. Jekyll, who was attempting, unsuccessfully, to drown his latest failure with the Board of Governors in a mostly empty bottle of whiskey. His papers and journals lying forgotten around him.
“Not now Hyde, ‘m busy…” Jekyll waved him off, his words slurring as he brought the bottle up to his lips once more. He could feel Hyde’s eyes on him, tracking a few escaped droplets dribbling down to his chin.
”Don’t ignore me Henry!” Hyde practically squawked, his form becoming solid as he draped himself over the good doctor. Fingers hooking under his chin, beckoning Jekyll’s face upwards and neatly swiping the rogue drops of whiskey up between his own lips in one fluid motion. “Who cares what those old farts think?! They couldn’t make heads nor tails of the importance of your work if they tried.”
Henry gaped up at him, “You… truly think so?” His voice was small and timid. Clearly the drink was effecting him more than he’d initially counted on.
“Of course, what do they know of science anyways? Glorified walking checks with far too big mouths for my taste, the lot of them! All they’re good for is paying the bills, and they can hardly manage a simple task such as that.” Hyde spoke, his tone softening. Well softening as much as the current topic allowed, as he held Henry’s gaze.
Jekyll stared at the figure above him, still processing that it was Hyde, of all people telling him this. Suddenly it made sense to him, and he surged up, connecting their lips briefly before dropping back to his seat, eyes wide and shining, tongue darting over his lips in disbelief.
Hyde, for his part, seemed startled, though surprisingly, unbothered. His gaze flickering over Jekyll’s wide eyes and flushed face, before leaning down and devouring the soft, parted lips. The taste of whiskey still clinging to them.
It was fiery and intense, and over all too soon as Jekyll sagged against the other when they broke apart once more. The bottle finally catching up to him. His head leaning against his counterpart’s chest. Breathing even as Hyde lifted the doctor bridal style, and gently deposited him on his bed, drawing the covers over him before leaning down and delivering a kiss to his forehead.
He straightened a fond smile playing on his lips as he watched the other sleeping.
“Rest well, my dear doctor.”