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Host’s visions were getting worse. They bothered him a lot more, making him less likely to leave his room. Even his broadcasts suffered from it, becoming less regular.
When Edward knocked on his door, he flinched where he was sitting. His room was messy, and he was sitting in a corner filled with pillows and blankets. He didn’t fancy opening the door, but figured Edward must be worried.
So he crawled out of the pile slowly, getting up and making his way to the door. He hesitated again, before opening it.

Edward scoffed just quietly under his breath as he focused on pulling all the strands from Host’s face back. Away from where the bandages would be. “Nonsense. You always look good whenever I see you, even when you’re sick or tierd. ” Personally Edward found his own figure lacking, and his face often exhausted, not half as attractive as the younger man he once was. Not that he was old either, Though he felt like he was far older then he was sometimes. He didnt let it stop him from being friendly and positive.

He took a little pride in the pink on Host’s cheeks. It oddly suited. “Ah, I see. Well, I can help fix that for you, while we’re here.”

First however, with the hair for now, out of the way. He placed the clean banagde on the side of his head and, as now rather practiced, spun it gently around Host’s head until he was his usual, eyes wrapped, tight enough not to fall off, but still comfortable.

As final touch, as he said, he did place the brush away, and pump a small glop of gel into his hand, kindly running his fingers through Host’s hair. Perhaps not quite as Host did it, but very close to mimicking it. “There.. Now you’re free to dress.”

“For the Host, Edward is the most gorgeous person. No matter the other man’s figure, or state of being. The Host sees beyond mere appearance.”, Host replied with a little smile. He found Edward to be very beautiful, his voice soothing and personality shining. He loved him.

He appreciated the help to wrap his bandages back around his eyes, which he only really wore because they soaked up a lot more blood and were replaceable. He was surprised though when Edward gelled his hair back, shuddering lightly at the gentle touch. He didn’t much mind how it looked, more caring it was out of his face.

“The Host thanks Edward and stood up, tugging the towel tighter around himself again, before he leaned closer to Edward and-”, he pressed a soft kiss to Edward’s lips, “ presses a soft kiss to Edward’s lips, wanting to tell him how much he really likes him, as his lips still brushed against Edward’s as he spoke. Host steps away again and turns to leave the bathroom, seeking out clothes.”.

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Host’s visions were getting worse. They bothered him a lot more, making him less likely to leave his room. Even his broadcasts suffered from it, becoming less regular.
When Edward knocked on his door, he flinched where he was sitting. His room was messy, and he was sitting in a corner filled with pillows and blankets. He didn’t fancy opening the door, but figured Edward must be worried.
So he crawled out of the pile slowly, getting up and making his way to the door. He hesitated again, before opening it.

Easing Host from the tub he gently pulled the towel around his form. Without a word grabbing the near by brush, and also collected a fresh roll of bangaes. Letting Host dry himself in the meantime.

“Alright. Face me and we’ll get those bandages on so you can get warm.” He coaxed. Waiting for Host to turn before he very kindly brushed the soft strands from Host’s vision. Having washed it meant there was far less likely hood for knots, so he pulled the hair brush through a handful of times with plenty of ease.

“Curly does look cute on you I will admit.” He commented with a small smile.

Host enjoyed having his hair brushed, even though it was wet and tended to not like to be brushed when it was. It was good Edward was so patient and gentle.

“Edward looks far cuter than Host.”, Host replied softly, the softest of blushes on his cheeks. He had never been called cute in any way, sense, or form, so the compliment made him a little flustered. Happy nonetheless. “Host just doesn’t like having his hair in his face. It irritates him to feel something brush against his cheeks and temples without a cause.”.

It often startled him, and made him wonder what he had just felt. So he liked to keep it gelled back.

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Host’s visions were getting worse. They bothered him a lot more, making him less likely to leave his room. Even his broadcasts suffered from it, becoming less regular.
When Edward knocked on his door, he flinched where he was sitting. His room was messy, and he was sitting in a corner filled with pillows and blankets. He didn’t fancy opening the door, but figured Edward must be worried.
So he crawled out of the pile slowly, getting up and making his way to the door. He hesitated again, before opening it.

Though he wanted to take his time he didn’t want to take forever. At some point turning off the running water to not waste it. He knew the comfort of those bandages Host currently lacked, so he was fast but not too fast. Washing out the shampoo, avoiding the eyes, and softening his hair with the conditioner.

Eventually he was done, rinsing the last of it from Host’s hair, and making sure the blood was off his face, and of his own hands, and everywhere else it had gotten. “I’ll grab you a towel, and then we can get your eyes wrapped.” He said. Moving to stand and grab the closest towel for Host. Holding it, while offering his hand to help Host out of the bath when he was ready.

Host still enjoyed his time in the bath, and having Edward here to help him, washing his hair. It was curly when not gelled back, hanging rather unpleasantly in his face. It was why he gelled it back, since he didn’t want scissors so near him if avoidable.

He thanked Edward softly, taking his hand to step out of the tub and into the towel, gladly being wrapped into it. He shivered from the cold he was now, though didn’t mind too much as he began drying himself. He should pick some fresh clothes too, though that could wait until his eyes were taken care of.

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Host’s visions were getting worse. They bothered him a lot more, making him less likely to leave his room. Even his broadcasts suffered from it, becoming less regular.
When Edward knocked on his door, he flinched where he was sitting. His room was messy, and he was sitting in a corner filled with pillows and blankets. He didn’t fancy opening the door, but figured Edward must be worried.
So he crawled out of the pile slowly, getting up and making his way to the door. He hesitated again, before opening it.

With a smile Edward shifted himself, finding a stray container for water, he gently proceeded to wet Host’s hair, his hands were delicate. Coaxing his head back so he didn’t splutter, and running his free fingers through the wet locks.

It was much more peaceful than earlier. Edward was grateful for that. Humming quietly to himself as he lathered Host’s hair with soft smelling shampoo. Taking his time to give Host’s scalp a nice rub.

Host enjoyed how gentle Edward was. He still wanted bandages around his eyes again as soon as possible, but he understood he had to wait to get cleaned up. It made him all the more happy that Edward was with him and helped him out.

The silence between them was comfortable, and he was glad for it. Silence. It was better than screaming and laughter, most definitely. He liked to hear Edward talk, but he also liked being comfortably quiet with him.

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Host’s visions were getting worse. They bothered him a lot more, making him less likely to leave his room. Even his broadcasts suffered from it, becoming less regular.
When Edward knocked on his door, he flinched where he was sitting. His room was messy, and he was sitting in a corner filled with pillows and blankets. He didn’t fancy opening the door, but figured Edward must be worried.
So he crawled out of the pile slowly, getting up and making his way to the door. He hesitated again, before opening it.

His cheeks dusted with red, smile tugging his own lips. Though he never minded Host’s narrations it sounded all the more speical to be heard normally. “And I’m very lucky to have you.” He meant it too, there was some sort of privilege with knowing Host as he did. He wasn’t difficult as in bad, but he was hard to get to know with how he was. Though it was something Edward had grown awfully warm too. Host’s little quirks made him all the more.. Alluring. If that could be the right word.

With Host more safety seated, he checked the warmth of the water. Watching the blood come off his hand and tint the water a very faint pink. It was going to happen anyways when Host washed off so it wasn’t a huge deal, and the bath was filling reasonably fast with hot water, though not too hot. “It’s perfectly fine, I have plenty of other shirts.” He turned when Host started scratching, softly taking his wrist. “Don’t keep irritating your skin.” He warned, though kindly as ever.

Really his mind was dancing between being solely focused on this kiss, and simply getting Host cared for. Unfortunately right now, his concern at get Host washed and comfortable took more presidency over sorting the feelings in his chest. “Do you need a hand getting undressed?” He never sounded like Host was incapable, simply that he could provide a useful service or ease so that Host didn’t need to stress.

Host pouted softly when Edward pulled his hand away. It was a bad habit, he knew, scratching at his eyes when he didn’t feel well. But he did it subconsciously, without thinking, so he never noticed until he was stopped or it began to hurt.

He lightly shook his head at Edward’s question. He carefully took off his coat, before he began to unbutton his shirt and pull that off too. He had a lot of scars, most prominently on his outer arms and on his wrists, though some more were scattered around his sides and back.

He was glad Edward had picked a good soap, since he had multiple nice smelling ones. Smell, like sound, was one thing to keep him grounded here. It was why Host often wore perfume as well, or some cologne that remembered him of someone else’s.

He stood up and did turn away from Edward to fully undress, before stepping into the tub and settling down. Humming softly as he held his bloody hands under the stream of water.

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Host’s visions were getting worse. They bothered him a lot more, making him less likely to leave his room. Even his broadcasts suffered from it, becoming less regular.
When Edward knocked on his door, he flinched where he was sitting. His room was messy, and he was sitting in a corner filled with pillows and blankets. He didn’t fancy opening the door, but figured Edward must be worried.
So he crawled out of the pile slowly, getting up and making his way to the door. He hesitated again, before opening it.

Edward gently untangled, but he had a supporting hand on the small of Host’s back. Making sure he wasn’t about to hit the floor. Atleast Host’s nest wasn’t too ruined. It was mainly his own shirt and Host that had gotten covered with blood.

“It wasn’t expected, but. It wasn’t unwelcome.” He admitted, gently nudging the bathroom door open, flicking on the light as he grabbed the nearest towel. Placing it on the floor so no slipping would occur. He stayed close to Host though, his hand dropping to find Host’s hand to hold, so he was still making contact while he turned on the tap, adding whatever soap Host had avaible for a pleasent scent.

When he straightened, he cupped Hosts cheek gently. Rubbing the skin, somewhat rubbing off the blood. “I’m glad to hear it meant something.. It was certainly one way to ground yourself.” He said with the gentlest of chuckles. He was more than glad to hear Host hadn’t done it by mistake. But he didn’t get too excited, after all that he didn’t have it in him to get super giddy. But his heart did flutter pleasently.

Host smiled weakly. “You’re much better than anyone and anything else. I’m really glad to have you.”, he said softly. He was the first one to hear him speak without narrations as well.

Host sat down on a small stool, looking up at Edward. His Edward. “Sorry I covered you in blood.”, he mumbled, scratching at his eyes. He needed to get cleaned up, and changed.

He wasn’t sure what Edward felt towards him, though it couldn’t be bad. So he was glad Edward didn’t mind the kiss, and wasn’t angry or something alike.

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Host’s visions were getting worse. They bothered him a lot more, making him less likely to leave his room. Even his broadcasts suffered from it, becoming less regular.
When Edward knocked on his door, he flinched where he was sitting. His room was messy, and he was sitting in a corner filled with pillows and blankets. He didn’t fancy opening the door, but figured Edward must be worried.
So he crawled out of the pile slowly, getting up and making his way to the door. He hesitated again, before opening it.

“Ofcourse. If you are comfortable I’ll sit right beside you while you sooth in a nice warm tub. Does that sound alright?” Edward could handle that, Host needed him, like any other patient he’d not take things lewdly. He was helping. Not hindering.

“Don’t be. I want to be here.” It felt.. Good, in a way to be needed. Not that Edward enjoyed Host in any fear or pain, but the fact he trusted him so and wished for him to stay. It meant something.

“Come on, I’ll hold you while we run the bath. Are your legs alright to stand?”

Host nodded weakly. He should be alright to stand and walk. He hesitantly let go of Edward, slowly standing up with him. He felt a little wonky and dizzy, but better than before. He was glad he wasn’t bleeding anymore.

“I’m sorry I just kissed you like that.”, Host mumbled softly, holding onto Edward as they walked to his bathroom. He had fully intended to, but he hadn’t asked or anything, so he felt like apologizing was in order.

“I… I did mean to. I’m sorry I didn’t ask…”, he admitted quietly. He didn’t want to make Edward uncomfortable, or make him dislike him in any way.