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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 was not in dire need of comfort, Edward would admit that this currently felt nice. A soild warm weight on him. Something he rather needed and rarely asked for. His fingers found the back of Host’s hair and tentatively he ran his hand through the back of Host’s locks, to see if it was a soothing or wanted act.

He hummed with a nod, pondering what he could do or say. He wasn’t exactly an amazing singer, nor horrible either if he tried not to be depricating. Eventually though he settle on talking instead. “I read a children’s book recently, to one of my littler patients. It was a rather cute and simple story, about a boy who was deaf, and they described his sign as ‘dancing fingers.’ he stopped the King and dragon, who’d always been fighting, from fighting anymore.”. He told warmly, and slowly got lost on little tangents about his other days.. Mr parsons who always mistakes Edward for one of his three sons.. The time he passed out almost the second he’d gotten to his room and had made a gash in his forehead because of it. He simply rambled to Host. Pausing between things, awaiting to be told to shut up or for any other comment the other had.

Host enjoyed the gentle fingers playing with his hair, soothing him even further. It was nice, and he was so glad that Edward was here and helped him. Listening to him talk was nice, and soon enough all he heard was the soft voice of Edward rambling to him, telling him so many things.

He managed to fall asleep against Edward as he talked, holding loosely onto his chest. It was peaceful for a while, Edward’s voice, breathing and heartbeat all calming him. Though after an hour or so, even that couldn’t keep the visions from invading his sleep.

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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.

“That’s alright. If you’re not sure you can you don’t have to.” He wouldn’t be surprised if his suggestion failed, but that didn’t mean he was giving up. “I’m not going anywhere until you feel safe again, I promise.” He assured. He shifted a little more, coming further in Host’s odd nest of blankets. “If sleeping doesn’t work, I can always sit and talk to you, or sing you something soothing.”

He didnt pull away much from Host but he was carefully trying to maneuver them so Host could more properly lean into his chest and be held in Edwards open lap. Very gently moving over and guiding Host with him. Keeping him close to his chest.

Host obediently shifted and moved, until they were both settled nice and comfortable. It was so much better being held and cuddled close to Edward like this, he felt a lot safer already. Just by being held, and hearing Edward talk to him.

“The Host would like to hear Edward in any way the man is comfortable with.”, Host replied softly. He wouldn’t mind listening to Edward tell him a story, or sing, or anything.

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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.

“There we go.. I’ve got you.” He assured as Host eventually relaxed. Moving himself carefully closer to make the hug feel as genuine and comfortable as possible.

“Anytime, I told you.” He’d meant it. He was more than just a doctor. He cared. “I wouldn’t suppose sleeping would help you any, would it?” He wasn’t sure if Host could sleep if he was hearing screams.. But perhaps a nap would help him, maybe.. It wasn’t likely, but he had to suggested something.

“Host doesn’t know if he can sleep.”, Host mumbled softly. “He doesn’t want to be alone. He’s scared…”. He didn’t want Edward to leave, he didn’t want to not have the safety of Edward’s arms around him. He wanted to be right here with him, safe and comfortable. Though he didn’t think he could sleep anyways, but he’d try. If Edward stayed with him, he could try at the very least though.

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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.

When Host reached out, he knew for certain how bad it must’ve been. He didnt dare deny Host that comfort. His fingers gently took Host’s hand, and he shuffled forward on his knees and leaned in carefully. Moving his other hand around to Host’s back, and letting the other lean into his shoulder as much as he wished.

“It’s alright. I’ll hold you as long as you want. I do wish I had a method to quiet them..but I’m here. I promise. I won’t leave you alone like this.” He assured, quietly but not too quietly against Host’s ear. His hand moving in firm but warm circles on his back.

Host held onto Edward, needing him and his closeness. He was here, and he was safe. Edward was nice, and caring, and not a threat. He needed some time, before he managed to relax against the other. He was somewhere safe, no matter what he was hearing.

“Host thanks you.”, he mumbled quietly. He felt better, Edward was here, and would make sure he was safe. He hoped this was as bad as it would get, and not any worse.

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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.

The flinch didn’t quite deter Edward, almost, but instead he gently moved his thumb in little circles.

Hosts trembles if not noticeable were feelable under his hand. Leaving Edward too debate shifting closer. It was not often Edward held him, let alone simply hugged. He cared too much about Host’s bubble to continously pop it. Instead he reached for the hand on Host’s chest, gently placing his own around it.

“How do I make him stop?” He asked, raising his voice ever so slightly but not yelling or changing his tone. “There’s no screaming here, you need to focus on where we are now. With me, in your quiet room.” Admittedly he felt a slight tinge of hopelessness wherever he tried to assist Host. It was never simply a medical fix, and he had no such magic to subdue what Host experienced.

Host tried. He tried to listen to Edward, focus on him, but it didn’t stop. It scared him more than not hearing Edward, because he heard both. He knew if it didn’t stop, he wouldn’t know what was real anymore and what wasn’t.

He slowly let go of himself, holding onto Edward’s hand and hesitantly reaching out with the other. “Please… Host needs- a hug, please..”, he felt like a scared child, but this was so bad. He had never experienced it so badly.