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That seemed to of sealed it.

Reset was smart. And on a losing battle. He would of said something far more dramatic wouldn’t he? Something manipulative? Or perhaps drop the guise right away, and make his point.

<…>

No. This wasn’t a trick. After weeks of gone missing, here he was. On his couch of all places, looking absolutely exhausted. Frustration welled up in him, built up from trying to look for the man himself since he realized it was an imposture that had taken his place.

Making a mess of things.

<And just where were you?> The question came out like a hiss, perhaps a bit sharper than he would of meant it to be. Void gripped at the others skull a little tighter, locking his alternates head in place. <Have you any idea what transpired in your absence?>

<Do you have any idea where I’ve been looking?>

If Void had blood, it would of surely been boiling now. But at what he was furious at, he could not place. There was no reason for him to be this worked up was there?

It wasn’t as if he was genuinely upset at his alternates absence…. was it?

If Wings had any answers for his rather demanding questions however, he wouldn’t of had the chance to respond.

After figuring out just how much time had passed, he had known there would be questions: he would do the same if Void, or anyone, vanished for as long as he did. And, with what he learned when he did leave… Maybe he did deserve to be interrogated.

Wings hadn’t known that he had forgotten the same as others.

Questions he prepared for; prepared to give just enough of an answer to placate Void, prepared to hide things, a hazy white form shadowed in memories, in the hope that they would disappear again. Will alone kept him from shaking against the hands holding him and he struggled to find the words to say with such piercing eyes glaring down at him. But he did not need to.

For it was a kiss he should have prepared for.

Earlier anxiety washed away by a flood of surprise, clearing room to allow warmth to bubble forth where emptiness had lived. 

It didn’t last long, to his own fault: new-found giddiness moved their faces apart so that the rest of them could move closer. A hug. Wings’ hands found their place on his alternate’s chest and moved upwards, rustling against the lapels of his coat, and finally encircling Void’s neck as he brought him into tight embrace.

He knew he would have to talk eventually, but for now…

It was okay.