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Twenty-second Lotus - blooming twice

[There are a lot of spots on the page where his pen has rested as he tries to figure out what to write and how. Then his familiar handwriting starts.]

I do not know how to apologize since I still do not know what happened but I am sorry and I am back! And I would like to see everyone who wants to see me.

[There's more pen resting.]

I have a brother now! It is not worth dying over. But now I have one, and I wanted one. So that is good at least.

I think that I need to figure out how to alter the direction of my kick in mid-air. Does anyone have suggestions?

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[Lotus feels a wave of relief at that, and he nods. It's almost hard to believe that Youth is back, with how much Lotus wanted it, and it's evident by how closely he's staying against his father's side that it'll take a bit for Lotus to not assume Youth will disappear the moment he looks away.]

You attacked Derrick?

[Youth looks ok, and the answer seems to be fully honest, so Bell is relived. He'll ask Youth more later, when the kid isn't around to hear.]

Do tell. I'm sure that's a good story. ...Though maybe you should have a seat first. [Youth was still fairly gooey. Maybe he should lay down a towel first.]

[Bell hadn't realized his staring was so obvious. He looks away awkwardly.] Hi. I should hope you're you.

[He looks a bit sheepish at the question.]

I needed to get out of the cocoon quickly. I did not know what had happened.

[With a nod, Youth takes a seat on the couch, making sure not to rest his head against the back of it. The goo did not like to come out of hair, it seemed. Having Bell look away stung a little. Youth didn't know if he'd hurt Bell a lot by dying, or if Bell had found something better. Though he was here with Lotus, which gave weight to the first option.]

It is a very short story. I launched out of the cocoon and... found Derrick.

[Lotus follows his father over to the couch, sitting down beside him. Youth is fine, he reminds himself. He's here, and he's fine.]

Did Derrick get hurt?

[Bell takes a seat at the far end of the couch, on the side of Youth opposite from Lotus and just listens for a while. It's good to hear Youth again; even if it was only about a week, it was a week of not knowing if Youth would even be back. And Youth's version of understatement is always amusing.]

At least if he was, Derrick will learn not to sleep on the job. [He pats Youth's knee.]

[Youth puts an arm around Lotus, bringing his son a bit closer.]

He will probably have a headache. And I spilled his coffee, so I owe him more. But it was not bad.

[Youth shrugs.]

He was not asleep. He was right there when I came back, and when Book arrived.

[He glances down at the hand on his knee, the first bit of contact he's had with Bell, and places his own hand over Bell's.]

But it is good not to sleep on the job, and it is good to be back.

[Lotus relaxes some at the contact, curling in against his father's side. He nods as he listens to his father, but the words don't seem as important as him being back.]

We missed you. [It's natural for him to say, with Bell there beside them, and he knows it's true.]

I'll bring him coffee the next time we work together. [Whenever that is. Bell considers asking for a couple days off to recover sleep, hopefully with Youth in bed with him.]

[As long as Book didn't write kiddy stories about Nannerpus, Bell could enjoy having another writer in the group. He would have to meet Youth's brother. Later. He was going to enjoy this fairly pleasant moment with Youth and Lotus right now. Bell gives a little squeeze to Youth's knee and then takes Youth's hand instead.]

Yeah. I guess we did.

I think he would appreciate that. [That was said to the offer of coffee. Derrick might completely forgive him, then. Though he probably wasn't really holding a grudge. That wasn't a very Derrick thing.]

[He'd been about to apologize again when Bell added his comment. Youth looked from one to the other, feeling relieved and loved. Leaning over, Youth first kissed Lotus' forehead and then Bell's hand.]

I did not mean to make you miss me. But I am very glad you both are still here for me to be with.

Just do not die again. [He knows that Youth didn't mean to, but still. Some of Lotus' unshakable faith in his father's strength has been lost. He knows now that he can lose Youth, and that disturbs him.]

[Bell nods and makes a mental note to remember coffee for Derrick next time.]

Better do what the kid says.

[Bell leans over Youth to speak to Lotus. At first, he is serious. They will have to keep tabs on each other.] And we'll just have to make sure he doesn't wander off again, right?

[He smiles behind the scarf and turns playful.] Genius suggested collars and leashes. What do you think? ...I also have handcuffs, if you prefer that alternative.

[Can he keep that promise? Though it's not like they'd expect him to be able to. They just want the reassurance.]

I will avoid dying again. You are both stuck with me.

[He smiled at the comment from Bell to Lotus, and started blushing faintly at the other.]

We should... test the options. To make sure.

[Lotus smiles and nods, feeling reassured by Youth's words.]

We will. Though I am not certain a leash would work. Dad is not Tenzou.

[Bell doesn't believe it's a promise anyone can keep, but even he feels better with a little reassurance.]

[So much to say there. It's clear he's holding back a few comments.]

Handcuffs, then. Though, I don't know... He might look good in a collar. [He traces a line over Youth's neck where a collar would sit.] Maybe we'll test it with a scarf later.

[He's a bit glad that Bell's comment went over Lotus' head. It would be nice if they always did.]

You are right! I am very much not Tenzou!

And you have the handcuffs al-- [Youth cuts off mid-sentence as Bell traces over his skin. Focus is very hard when he's doing that and murmurring about trying it out. Lotus is right there, though. He doesn't want to make his son uncomfortable.]

Ah. Yes. It is better to be... careful. [And careful does not involve making out with Bell with his son right there. At all.]

[Unfortunately, only so much can go over Lotus' head, considering his past reading material. He sits up, looking at his dad and his reaction to Bell touching his neck.]

Wait. Is this about bondaging again?

[Well, Bell knew it was coming eventually, especially with how Youth reacts. Maybe he was egging it on. He doesn't try to hide the smile any more than the scarf already does for him.]

Maybe~ Or maybe I'm just interested in keeping your dad safe--like when we tied him down while he was sick.

...I should go get the handcuffs. [And he slides off the couch and heads to the bedroom.]

It... [Stupid books. Being left out. Youth facepalmed as Bell added fuel to the fire with his voice and heading for the room.]

Binding. Binding is how you say it, and bondage. It is not bondaging.

Bell! Another... I thought... Maybe... Maybe tonight I could hold you both. Just tonight? Just holding? [With maybe a kiss. Or two.]

Oh. But bondaging makes more sense... [Lotus watches as Bell starts to go, then looks over at his father.]

If you are going to have sex I am going to go listen to my CD player. <i[It's said perfectly bluntly.]

[Bell misses the comment from Lotus--a shame, really, because it's a gem, but at least it spares him from dying a little inside--and returns with the handcuffs. He efficiently snaps one set on one of Youth's wrists and then on one of Lotus's. He puts the other on himself and Youth before retaking his seat.]

Holding, sure. But this way you don't accidentally let go.

[He drops the keys onto the coffee table.] ...uh, just in case someone decides they don't want to be held. [Or for practicality's sake, like a bathroom trip.]

Any objections?

But it is not correct. [It took a moment for Lotus' comment to sink in.] I... we... Not! Lotus!

[He was saved by Bell's return, and was rather relieved at both pairs being used.] Good. We will prevent accidents like this.

[Smiling, Youth used the cuffs to draw both of his precious people closer.] I do not object.

[Lotus looks down at the metal encircling his wrist, then over at Youth, who is cuffed to both of them. It seems like a good idea to him.]

This way Dad cannot go off and die without us. [Lotus smiles at Bell.] But I want to be let go before you decide to go have sex, because I do not think I want to see that.

[As Youth draws them close, Bell does not snuggle down against him. No. He is tired, and it is tempting...]

Exactly. [He missed the kid's smile too, and gives a chuckle at the declaration.]

Fair enough. I don't want you in on that either. I'll let your dad make the call on when we plan to do anything like that. [He pushes back some of Youth's hair, which is still gooey with cocoon mess, and then wipes the goo on Youth's pantleg. ...Not pleasant.] Shower tomorrow.

I am not dying again. [And if he did, he would feel horrible if they died with him. But he wanted them close. It was nice to have them close. And whatever Bell thought in denial, he was snuggling.]

You will definitely not be involved in that. [He leaned into Bell's touch, happy. Even if Bell was reminding that he was covered in goo.] What happens if the goo dries?

Good. [Content that he won't have to witness anything he shouldn't, Lotus curls in against Youth's side, pillowing his head against his father's shoulder. He could care less about the goo- as long as Youth is there, nothing else matters.]

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