I'm just the way that the doctor made me

[goodluckkobra]

Who: Kobra, Lydia. Open to anyone else who wants to see a very sad KK return
Where: Anywhere between the lighthouse and his house near the fountain
When: Day 57
What: He has returned!
Warnings: Severe burns/scarring may come up.


Kobra wakes up in the lighthouse. Fuck! This place freaks him out, even more when there's no Loki here. He thinks back to when he saw that ghostly motherfucker and he takes the spiral stairs two at a time, bursting out of the lighthouse like it's on fucking fire.

Once he's outside, he realizes that he's achy all over. His skin feels stretched and awkward and itchy in some places and when he lifts up his shirt, he's got a gnarly patch of scar tissue still forming over part of his stomach. He winces and pulls the shirt down. How long has he been gone?

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[goodluckkobra]

"Not really. It just hurts." He exhales slowly. It's weird how comforting it is to just hold her. He really loves the way she smells and the way she feels in his arms and he kind of just wants to drown in that feeling.

"I'll try not to. I didn't mean to." He squeezes her again. "This is where I wanna be."

[preytosociety]

"Hurts where?" Where she held him, obviously. But anywhere else? "We should get you to the clinic or-- ... back to Jet Star and Fun Ghoul." Stupidest names ever, but they mean more to him than she does.

"They were looking for you. Both of you. We all were." Well, she was looking for Kobra specifically. Minor technicality. Now that she has him back, she can focus on whatever she needs to do to make him happy and keep him safe.

[goodluckkobra]

He freezes up in her arms, going all stiff. "Both of us?"

Party's name is suspiciously absent and he knows Party would tear shit up for him. No. No no no. He needs his brother. He needs Party.

He shakes his head. "Lyds, what's going on?"

[preytosociety]

He doesn't know. They didn't go together-- oh god. She doesn't pull away, but she doesn't pull him closer, either. Not if it hurts him. This is going to hurt enough as it is.

"You both disappeared at the same time. You and Party. Jet contacted the network asking if anyone knew where you were. He's not here, Kobra. He hasn't turned up yet."

[goodluckkobra]

He's not going to cry, because grown men don't do that. They don't fuckin' cry.

"Maybe he's just hiding or freaking out that I was missing." Oh, please. He needs Party. It's not okay to not have him. He needs him.

His heart is pounding in his chest and he's having a hard time breathing. Instead of even trying, he just sort of crumples to his knees.

[preytosociety]

Oh, Kobra. She won't hit him with logic, harsh truths, or likelihoods. There's no point. They won't reassure him and she knows he already knows what the chances of Party 'just hiding' really are. He's in pain and she can't fix it with words. She's not sure if she can fix it at all.

So she sinks to her knees in front of him and gathers him to her chest. "Shhh. Just breathe, baby. Just breathe." Lydia knows this feeling well. It's how she felt when he said goodbye. He could cry if he wants to, she wouldn't say a damn word.

"I love you and I'm right here."

[goodluckkobra]

He's not crying. He's not, but his face might be mysteriously wet as he presses it against the side of her neck.

She loves him and he loves her, too. It's not easy to wrap his brain around, but he does love her.

"No one's ever called me baby before. Like... not like that." Not like he was precious or anything.

[preytosociety]

Really? That's where his mind goes? Well, it's better than anger or sadness or shutting down completely. He's still with her and he's focused on some adorable detail and she just has to laugh.

"Good. I like knowing I'm your first." Because it's kind of like leaving a mark that he's not likely to forget. Something no one else will be able to give him when he strays. "Do you want to go home?" His home, she means. To see what's left of his family. She'll go anywhere he wants.

[goodluckkobra]

"Yeah, just... give me a sec." He pulls back enough to brush some hair off of her face. "You're okay, right? And everyone else?"

He needs Party and he's worried as fuck, but he at least needs to know that everyone else is intact.