there will be time to murder and create; closed

[wrathfulkhan]

Characters: Gene Khan, Tony Stark; Milyn, possibly, later.
Date: February 4th
Location: Midnight Hotel; later, Milyn's clinic
Situation: Time to return home and face FULL-LIFE CONSEQUENCES. But first...
Warnings/Rating: Talk of long-since-committed murder. Definite sappy gay bullshit. Probably boys yelling. I don't know?

And time for all the works and days of hands
That lift and drop a question on your plate;
Time for you and time for me,
And time yet for a hundred indecisions,
And for a hundred visions and revisions,
Before the taking of a toast and tea.

When Tony returns to their shared room, he will find all of Gene's meager belongings carefully packed into a bag - as though he's preparing to leave, or is ready for being told to leave - and Gene himself sitting at the table, the rings on their string sitting before him, his head bowed in an attitude of contemplation.

"I need to talk to you," he says, looking up when Tony enters, his voice slightly hoarse, his face carefully blank.

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[wrathfulkhan]

There is no ticker-tape parade for Gene, no cheers, no accolades - and no tribunal.

He'd disappeared, and erased all record of himself, already making plans to lie low and live off the grid entirely. And he could do that now, with the power, the power, the power, the cursed power that rested on his fingers and thrummed in his veins.

But even that wasn't enough for him to undo what he'd done. He tried, over and over he tried, he tried until his head was full of piercing pain and his eyes stung and his bones hurt, the power crackling through him like a live wire.

He'd hidden himself, hidden the house that used to be his mother's, hidden it all and sat there with the enormity of what he'd done and the knowledge that if he returned to acknowledge his fault he'd be locked up for the rest of his life. Locked up, again, after such precious little time free. He'd rather die. He'd rather die.

He is the loneliest and emptiest he's ever been, and he knows he can never go back.

Earth could be his charge, but it could no longer be his home. Not again. Never again.

He lies down hopelessly, ten rings on his fingers, his head heavy and his heart aching and his eyes red and raw from his bitter weeping. He'd lost so much, caused so much pain and strife solely by existing. He wishes he'd never been born, never had those visions, never mentioned them, kept his mouth shut and kept the world safe from the Makluans. Safe from him.

It wasn't worth it.

It wasn't worth it.

It wasn't worth it.

----

Gene awakens suddenly, his breath catching, and he lies very still. He'd been moved while he was asleep, and now he's sharing a bed and a blanket with someone. With Tony.

The thought is like a knife in his heart; his head's swimming, and he stops breathing for a moment, trying to remain as still as possible. It had been a terrible outcome - the best possible for everyone else, but still terrible for him.

How could Tony do anything but hate him now? He'd lost the one good thing he had going for him through his own madness and stupidity, and there's no turning back.

His eyes are closed, but he can feel tears welling up in them. He'll never be able to atone for his sins. He knows that. And Tony's well within his rights to hate and abjure him and cast him away.

[highprofilerichkid]

While Tony's still getting his bearings, beside him, Gene stiffens and his breath catches. Is he awake now too? The tension in his body implies that he is, but his eyes are still closed. Maybe he's not moving for the same reason Tony isn't. Or maybe he doesn't want Tony to know he's awake. Maybe he doesn't want to face him, after what they've seen. Tony doesn't blame him. Not for that, anyway.

But what's done is done. There was no avoiding it, and now that it's over, they'll have to deal with the fallout.

Slowly, Tony pushes himself up on his elbows, and whispers, "Gene? Are you awake?"

[wrathfulkhan]

For a moment - for half a moment - Gene is honestly tempted to mutter 'no'.

By way of responding, he says quietly, hoarsely, "Well, at least you survived. Small favors." And he tries so hard not to make it sound bitter. He might even be succeeding. His eyes are still closed, and he's remaining immobile, because he doesn't want to see Tony looking at him with the expression of distaste he fears. Maybe if he holds still and quiet enough he'll slip back into the space between Keeliai and his world and disappear into the void entirely.

That'd be nice, he thinks.

"Congratulations on cleaning up my mess." The words are without inflection - a simple statement of fact, without judgment. Tony had cleaned up the mess Gene had made.

[cherrywood]

There comes a gentle knock at the door, and Milyn gives them a full fifteen seconds following that before she pushes it open. "Welcome back," she says warmly.

[highprofilerichkid]

Tony's silent. He doesn't know what to say to that. But after a long hesitation, he reaches out and takes Gene's hand.

The knock on the door makes him jump, and he looks up.

"Umm... Come in...?"

/slams face into IHOP while tagging

[wrathfulkhan]

The resulting silence almost kills Gene, and he mentally prepares himself for a long future of it.

When Tony takes his hand, he cringes away, turning his face to the wall, but he doesn't remove his hand from Tony's. He nearly starts to weep in earnest but for Milyn's arrival. Thanks for saving us all from this loser's bitter tears, Milyn.

omg I want ihop hdu

[cherrywood]

Milyn came over to the bed, bearing two folded sets of clothes; kedanese clothes, true, but the sizing was right for both of them, and it would let them change out of the clothes they'd been in for a while now.

"How are you both feeling?"

it was free pancake day

[highprofilerichkid]

Gene turns away from him, and Tony doesn't know what to make of that. He doesn't know what to say, what to do, how to react to the sudden change in the nature of their relationship. On some level, he'd always known that things would have to fall out this way, but now that they've actually gone through with it, he finds himself unprepared for the emotional backlash.

At least it's better than finding out he's dead.

"Fine," Tony answers Milyn, a little too quickly and a little too sharply. "How long were we out?"

[wrathfulkhan]

Don't look at me, Gene wants to snap, but bites down on the words. Even if this whole exercise hadn't been intended as punishment, punishment is what it's become.

He keeps trying to be good and do the right thing. But it doesn't matter. It never will. He's doomed to failure, to ruin, the eternal scapegoat for having tried.

He wants to dig his nails into his scalp, his skin, tear himself to pieces for his hubris. But he doesn't. At least, not yet. When Milyn asks, he says, "A little nauseous, actually," his voice still hoarse. But he's not sure if that's from the serum or his guilt.

[cherrywood]

It's hard not to miss the awkwardness broadcasting off these two like radiation, but Milyn does her best to keep things light. She tells Tony how long they were out, and hands Gene a cup of green-tinted water that smells like eucalyptus. "Here, this will settle your stomach."

[highprofilerichkid]

As Milyn hands Gene the tea, Tony swings his legs out of the bed and takes the fresh clothes.

"Thanks. Is there anything... post-procedure that you need to do?" For now, it's easier to just focus on the practicalities. He and Gene need to talk, but not with Milyn around.

[wrathfulkhan]

Gene accepts the tea with a murmur of gratitude and takes a sip. It's nice. Nothing he'd go out of his way to consume, but for a medicinal brew it's pretty good. He doesn't really trust himself to talk yet, so he keeps sipping the tea and hoping that settles his stomach.

If his nausea is based in guilt, he has a feeling that it won't.

[cherrywood]

(Milyn might have added a dollop of whatever passes for kedan honey in the cup, just so it didn't taste as bad as it could have.)

At Tony's question, she nodded and retrieved a small sample kit, pulling out two swabs. "Just a quick donation," she laughed lightly, gesturing for them to open their mouths. "For testing the serum saturation," she added, just in case they were wondering what she wanted with them.

"And if you could stop by again a week from now, I'll take a second swap, and then you're all done! You'll be helping me out very much."

[highprofilerichkid]

"Right. Sure." He dutifully opens his mouth for the swab. He's been in hospitals enough that he doesn't think anything of being poked and prodded and sampled.

Once that's done, he stands, clothes in arm, and looks uncertainly between Gene and Milyn. "I guess... I'll go change? Where's, uh, the bathroom?"

[wrathfulkhan]

Mechanically, Gene places the cup aside and opens his mouth to allow Milyn to swab. He feels empty. He feels dead. Somewhere in the back of his mind, he knows it's probably psychological shock. He'd known things would be bad. He just hadn't quite expected that they'd be this bad.

He doesn't pick up the mug again until Tony's no longer looking at him. He doesn't want Tony to see his hands shake.

[cherrywood]

"Down the hall on the left," Milyn answered, tucking away both swabs into sanitary holders. "If you don't need me for anything else, dears, I'll be up front. Don't think I'm throwing you out though, you can stay as long as you need."

Which meant, since the boys were not looking like they wanted to be in proximity to each other at the moment, she was perfectly fine letting one of them linger as needed to ensure their going of separate ways.

[highprofilerichkid]

"Thanks."

Tony slips out of the room to go change, and by the time he returns, Milyn has left. Now he's alone with Gene.

He closes the door behind him and stands awkwardly by the wall, hands in pockets. "How are you doing?" he asks quietly, after several long, painful seconds of silence.

[wrathfulkhan]

While Tony is gone, Gene changes into his own new clothes, but the act of doing so doesn't make him feel any better. He stil feels like someone reached inside him with a melon baller and scooped out his soul by teaspoons.

The door shutting after Tony comes back souds awfully final, and Gene lets the silence linger just a bit after the question.

"I've had better days," he says in a low tone, a sort of grim not-really humor suffusing his words. "You?"

[highprofilerichkid]

Tony shrugs. "I guess it was about what I was expecting."

More accurately, it's what he could have reasonably expected, if he hadn't been mostly trying not to think about it. But, either way... he hadn't been prepared for the reality of it. For experiencing it.

And it's hard to look at the boy he's been dating, sleeping with, living with, and think, he did all that. And then he came here and did it again, and he never told you. All those promises to try harder, to get better, and the whole time he was keeping that a secret. It hurts. It feels like another betrayal, and living through the fallout of the first betrayal is only throwing this new one into starker relief.

[wrathfulkhan]

The bitter words escape Gene's mouth before he can stop them. "So glad to disappoint," he says, and there's anger in his voice, and sadness, and pain - but all of that anger is directed at himself, all of that sadness mourning for what he'd lost here because of it, and all of that pain a reminder of what he had to live with, the lives that would be spared and the things that would not be broken but for him.

"I can't change it. I can't change any of it. I wish I could. But the rings wouldn't..." He trails off, his mouth dry despite the tea.

[highprofilerichkid]

"I know." He knows how sorry Gene is, which is the only reason he'd been willing to give him a second chance at all. He's just not sure 'sorry' is enough to cut it, this time.

Hesitantly, he moves back to the bed they'd been tucked into, and sits down, halfway facing away from Gene. Closer to him physically, but no longer looking directly at him.

"Thank you. For doing this for me." He could say with me, but he knows that the only reason Gene willingly subjected himself to this was because Tony asked.

[wrathfulkhan]

"You have no reason to thank me." Gene shrugs his shoulders, looking carefully away from Tony. The movement is meant to be neutral, but some of that anger from earlier leaks into it, making it brusque.

"I'll talk to Anton about changing my room," he says, his voice flat. He's treating their breakup like a foregone conclusion, because he can't see why it wouldn't be. "I'll work it so you don't have to see me again. Sorry to have caused you so much trouble."

[highprofilerichkid]

"What?" Tony looks up sharply, frowning. "No, that's not what I..." He runs his fingers through his hair. "I don't hate you, Gene. I'm just... angry that you didn't tell me about Bakura," he says, his voice breaking a little.

[wrathfulkhan]

"When was I supposed to tell you?" Gene asks sullenly. "When we started to become friends again - so I could give you an excuse to think I hadn't changed at all, that I was still rotten to the core? After you kissed me in the lab? When I asked you to take me out if I should prove to be a threat?"

He swallows, hard. "I admit - it was selfish to wait. But I wanted to be sure I could tell you and...and your first response wouldn't be to chase me out and call me a monster." Had it been so wrong to want to hold on to what little affection he could get for as long as he could? "I'd meant to tell you in the Dreaming," he says again. "But...it wasn't the right time. No. It was that I was too afraid of telling you there." Tony's rejection would have destroyed him. "I'm a coward. I never told you because I was afraid to."

[highprofilerichkid]

"I don't know. I don't know," he says. But what he wants to say is, 'yes, any of those, any time would have been better than now, when I've given you my trust, my forgiveness, given you so much.' That's what he wants to say, but he can't quite get the words out.

"I don't think you're a monster. You messed up. You messed up pretty badly - I mean, you murdered a guy for something that wasn't his fault - but... he came back? I don't know. You really screwed up, but you didn't do it just to be evil, and everybody ended up okay." Which is more than can be said of his previous screw-ups.

"You're not a monster." Tony sighs, and puts his head in his hands. "But it's— how can I trust you, if you don't tell me stuff like this? You're afraid to tell me when you've done something bad - so I always have to be afraid that you're hiding something horrible from me?"