Host was always cooped up in his room. He sometimes left for food, of course, but otherwise he didn’t interact with the other egos. The only one he talked to a lot was Google, since he helped him with his broadcasting equipment and such, but it was just work.
He could feel the loneliness heavy on his shoulders. Craving another person’s touch. Whenever somehow someone managed to brush their hands against his, shivers rolled down his spine. He craved touches, any human contact. But he wasn’t exactly friends with anyone, and he didn’t like to go to anyone either. He didn’t even let Edward help him out with his bandages, other than getting fresh ones.
It got too much for him, sometime. Sometime meaning in the middle of the night, after his broadcast was over, and he was drowning in the loneliness of not having anyone. So he got up and left, to wander through the halls. There was no one he could go to at this time of night, there was no one he could go to any time of the day.
It was Dark who was in the kitchen, making coffee. Unable to sleep, like many nights. He looked somewhat surprised seeing Host, though not really.
“Darkiplier watched the Host shuffle into the kitchen, not knowing what to expect. The Host rarely slept well, Darkiplier was aware, though he hadn’t expected to see him here.”, Host was mumbling his narrations as always.
“The Host is incredibly touch-starved, and is in search of someone… anyone to help him out. He is aware he has no friends to speak of, and he has no idea what he had hoped to find wandering the halls either. As Host talks, he doesn’t notice Darkiplier approaching him, only when his arms wrap around him does he-”, Host stopped talking as he felt Dark hug him.
Host was smaller than Dark, noticeably so. Slowly, he leaned against the cold man, starting to tremble. He hadn’t been touched since he became the Host, he was pretty sure. Being hugged felt incredible, and he clung to Dark like a helpless child, taking shaking breaths.
Dark gently rubbed Host’s back, leaning his cheek against Host’s hair. Silently holding him, comforting him and giving him what he so desperately craved.
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