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[ At least the kissing - and perhaps, even, the conversation - have abated the tears, for now. ]

[ Regardless of what Buggy should do, Shanks takes the kiss slower, careful, because he wants this so much more than talking. He doesn't even reach for Buggy first, this time. ]

[Well, at least he isn't crying anymore.

Buggy meets the kiss carefully, his hands sliding up to cup the other's face in one, the other sliding around his shoulders to push a little bit closer.]

[ Buggy cups his face, and Shanks tilts into it, lips curling up in the kiss. He lets Buggy lead, this time, like usual, getting closer. This time his arm just settles on Buggy's back. ]

[He hums into that kiss, a quiet and pleased little noise when Shanks' arm settles around him. At least there aren't any more tears. He doesn't dare break the kiss though -- even if he will have to soon. He's got to go get this dumbass some food after all.

But fine, for now? They can just kiss for a bit. Not where he thought he'd be and frankly, he's still maybe reeling a bit from all the crap Shanks has told him.

When he does have to break the kiss, he doesn't pull too far back.]

... You haven't distracted me from the fact you said you haven't eaten anything, you know.

[ There's a return hum. And noted, going slower, letting Buggy leads seems to work better. Or, you know, maybe don't have crying confessions first, but that's a whole other issue. Buggy ends the kiss, and Shanks tries to keep their foreheads touching. ]

[ Shanks' eyebrows knit together, and while he wouldn't typically be concerned: ]

I wasn't trying to distract you.

[He presses a quick kiss to Shanks' lips at that.]

I was teasing. [If that wasn't clear enough. Buggy teases Shanks a lot, so he'd assumed it would be.]

Wait here, Red. I'm gonna go grab you something. Then we can figure out how to spend the rest of the night, yeah?

[Shanks meets the quick kiss. Typically, they tease each other, and it's not an issue, but this time it clearly went over his head. Get him food? Shanks puts a hand out. ]

Shouldn't I go with you? [ Not when he might burst into tears any second. ]

And...I'm still not hungry.

Even if you're not hungry, you should still eat something, dummy.

[He chides as carefully as he's able to. Mostly because he's worried Shanks is going to burst into tears again.]

You don't have to come with. You're in my room... of course I'm gonna come back. Just grabbing some fried rice or something. Won't take that long.

[ More like himself, he doesn't argue that, but his expression remains confused, instead of the usual mildly amused. ]

I...I'll wait, then. [ Because it sounds like Buggy is going to do this, no matter what. ]

I'll be back. [He promises again, because apparently Shanks is being... weirdly clingy tonight.

He straightens up and flashes a smile before he heads for the door. Shanks will see -- he won't be gone long. Just long enough to get fried rice -- with bits of shrimp in it because why not? Maybe if he spoils Shanks a little, then he'll stop crying or something.

He doesn't linger, even if he feels like he needs a moment to clear his head. He can at least suck it up, walk in with a grin like nothing is weird or wrong at all.]

[ Shanks rubs the nape of his neck as he watches Buggy go. His lips seem to move, like he's trying to return the smile, but it doesn't happen. ]

[ He waits there for Buggy, and, in fact, other than curling his feet - no shoes, those are on the floor - on the bed, back up to the headboard, he hasn't moved. He moves his head to the door when Buggy returns. Buggy should have taken some time for himself to clear his head; that would have been fair. ]

There, see? Wasn't gone long.

[And he's offering the little container of food out.]

Got your favorite. [A pause.] Or what used to be your favorite, anyway. So try a little bit of it, would you?

[ There's no usual quip, Shanks just takes the container and checks the contents. That does bring a soft smile to his lips. Buggy remembered. ]

It still is one of my favorites. [ He uncurls, slowly, to eat. ] Buggy...thank you.

[He reaches over to give Shanks a quick pat on the head before he circles around to stretch out on his own side after kicking off his shoes.

Mostly because he's not sure how to handle that thanks.]

Don't mention it, Red.

[ There aren't many people that ever patted Shanks' head when he was younger, so it's only natural that it reminds him of two people in particular. He doesn't know if that hurts, or brings out sweeter feelings of nostalgia, though. ]

You didn't have to.

[ At least he takes a, slow, bite of the food. ]

[He shrugs his shoulders absently at that, reaching over for some book he's left discarded by the bed for something to keep himself busy with.]

Hm. I suppose I wanted to, then.

[ He takes another bite, watches Buggy get the book. ]

You didn't get anything for yourself?

[ Shanks lifts the spoon in Buggy's direction. ]

I guess--

[Oh. He arches a brow and whatever he's about to say is left unsaid as he accepts the offering. Fine.]

I had dinner, unlike somebody...

Yeah, but you need to eat more, don't you?

[ The next bite he gives to himself, though. He scoots close to Buggy, almost until their shoulder's are touching, he'll allow it. ]

Worried about me, Red?

[He doesn't care. It isn't as if Shanks isn't always in his personal space -- or that Buggy ever really pays attention to such things.]

[ Shanks leans his head in close. ]

Of course, I am.

[ He never stopped worrying about Buggy, because he never stopped caring. That has nothing to do with the suit tattoo. ]

Why?

[He turns his head to look at Shanks curiously.]

Because you're my friend. [ Shanks' says it like it should have been obvious. ]

[ He cants his head to the book Buggy had reached for. ] Would you...read aloud?

Hmm... [Because they're friends. He shifts a little bit at the question, nodding a little bit.]

You want me to read to you?

[Well, that's better than crying, right? So Buggy nods.]

This is-- a dumb book about pirates hunting for treasure at the bottom of the sea, trying to fight off a curse or something. Not going to be surprised if it devolves into sex, considering where we are.

[ Shanks is the determined sort, so with people talking so much about reading more, he honestly tried, but it's a little inconvenient in his situation. He still does it, and he wouldn't normally ask, but - ]

[ Shanks nods his head. ] If you don't mind.

[ He almost laughs, almost feels like himself. ] That sounds like fun, though.

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someone needs to get the poor man a nook, or something easier to handle reading wise

lmao yes, they do

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Wrap?

Probably, yes!