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I'll tell you all how the story ends

Who: Ghost Quest kids and all those who want to see them.
What: So as it turns out, going against the label might've been a bad move. Who knew, right?
When: Feb 3rd and after
Where: Pride HQ
Warnings: Talk of torture, aftermath of violence, aftermath of brainwashing, dudes there's some dark stuff.

For the past three days, the troublemakers and ghost helpers of Pride Records were kept locked away from their friends and their bands.

As far as everyone else knew, they were just gone. And then they were back.

They are all worse for wear, some far more than others and some much more mentally than physically, but they are all returned to their penthouses, finally, at the end of their ordeals.

But, at least they're back. Somewhat in one piece. For the most part.

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"I do. You're just a kid. You're supposed to be able to trust us."

He shakes his head, against her neck. He does trust her. They both knew what could happen if they did what they did. She wasn't wrong about anything, and it had been his idea.

"Are we going home?" he asks.

"Yeah. I don't want you to zone out and hurt yourself again. I can get you something if you need it." Before she locks herself up again.

"Can I stay with you?"

It's a question he's asked her many times before, in the past. They've made sleeping together such a habit in past weeks, it feels natural to him, even now. He doesn't want to go back to being alone.

Her breath shakes when he asks that. Her voice is quiet. She shouldn't've followed him. "You don't want to be around me, kid. You're just gonna get hurt again."

"I do..."

He doesn't know how else to argue it but that right now. He doesn't want to be alone again, and he misses her. He'd thought she was too hurt to find him before, but now that she's here...he doesn't want to let go again.

"I do."

"I won't let anything get you again, Tiger." She lifts her hand to her eyes again, trying to get rid of that extra layer of blur that the tears are causing. "So don't be scared."

It's hard not to be scared, when there are so many unknowns. He doesn't even fully know what's happening to him now, except that his gem was important and now it's broken. It's made it so much harder to think, and to feel.

He sniffles into her shirt.

"Please stay."

Oh no don't cry. She feels even worse now. "I'll stick around until you sleep." She doesn't want Lesedi connecting her fuck ups to Tiger anymore.

That seems to be enough to satisfy him, for now. He nods a little, and then falls silent, letting his thoughts go until they finally make it up to his room in the penthouse.

He'll stir, then, seeing where they are. He shift a bit, making it easier to slide down when they near his bed, forgetting that he is still really damp all over.

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She'll set him in a chair instead, looking around for something slightly warmer than his usual attire. He's wet and with his hair wet he might get sick and if he gets sick she doesn't know if the crack will get worse or something she'll never forgive herself.

"Think you can manage to get changed, kid?"

Oh...yeah. He'd been so sleepy he'd forgotten about being wet. He shakes himself a little, like he's rattling the confusing stuff away from the forefront of his mind, and then nods.

"Yeah..."

He peels off his tanktop and dumps it on the floor, and then gets up to look for new boxers. He's got some long sleeved shirts and sweaters in his wardrobe, most of which with stars or the like.That stuff is all pretty normal. Once he has the boxers, though, he looks over at Kido uncertainly.

He's present enough to not want to embarrass himself or her, and he's not sure what to do.

Kido hands him a sweater and ruffles his hair for about a quarter of a second before she jerks back like she's burned. She looks away.

"Get in bed, ok?"

His alien looking eyes flinch slightly when she pulls away so abruptly. He looks down, dejected, and then over to the bed...and then pulls the sweater over his head, fumbling his way over and dropping onto the mattress, curling up on his side.

No, child, finish getting dressed. Kido is leaving to give you privacy do not wear wet clothes to bed.

Gosh, fine then!!

After a moment, he tugs down his boxers and kicks them off, trading them with the new ones. It does feel better, that way. He ruffles his own hair a little, and it's still kind of wet...but he doesn't have a towel in here and he doesn't want to go get one.

So, instead he crawls up to the head of the bed and curls up again, waiting for Kido to come back.

She's coming back with one because she's eternally team mom and she sets it on his hair, sitting next to him. "Any better?"

Oh, good. He rubs it through his hair sort of clumsily, but it gets the job done. His curls are sort of a mess when he's done, but what's fine.

"Yeah," he says, bringing down the towel. Having warm, dry clothes on feels a lot better, even though he hadn't really been conscious of the discomfort from being wet at the time. "Thank you."

She pulls a blanket over him with a concerned look. She tries not to touch him, but trying not to make it obvious that she's trying not to touch him. Just in case.

"Get some sleep. Maybe it'll help."

He doesn't really notice that she's not - he's too spaced out for that kind of subtle observation. But he does snuggle in with the blanket, feeling a little bit ill but managing it alright.

But then he tries to reach out and take her hand.

She has to make conscious effort not to pull back. Instead she takes his hand in both of hers, running her thumb over it, frowning at any cracks.

"What can I do?"

He likes that, at least. He smiles just a little, glad that she's still here.

"I don't want to be alone," he says softly, his fingers griping the hands beneath them.

She doesn't even know what to say to that. Her hands are shaking and she doesn't... really have words?

But.

"None of us can guide you.
Now we’re on our own...
Still, I’m right beside you.
You are not alone...
No one is alone. Truly.
No one is alone..."

Her voice is soft and sad and it's kind of like the tune of a lullaby, trying really hard to be comforting. Even as scared as she is of being around him right now, maybe he can understand how much she cares about him.

"All we see is fear now...
Who knows what to say?
Nothings quite so clear now.
Feel you've lost your way?
You are not alone, believe me.
No one is alone, truly..."

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Singing is, and always will be, deeply soothing to him. It reaches him with a sense of security even now. When she starts, he seems to relax, taking that as a good of an answer as any - he holds her hands in his, close to his body, and gradually closes his eyes.

He feels very tired already, so it doesn't take much to start luring him into resting. The comfort and warmth of the situation makes it easier to ignore the discomfort in his body, and for now he seems content.

She pulls one of her hands back, but only to stroke his hair as she continues, softly, "People make mistakes.
Sisters, brothers
People make mistakes,
Holding to their own,
Thinking they're alone.
Honor their mistakes
Everybody makes
One another's terrible mistakes."

She's not going to leave until she's sure he's asleep, watching him fondly. But that aching fear in her chest won't quite go away, the lump in her throat almost making it impossible to continue.

"Children can be right, Monsters can be good.
You decide what's right, you decide what's good
Just remember:
Someone is on your side
It might seem like they’re not
While we're seeing our side
Maybe we forgot: they are not alone.
No one is alone.
Someone is on your side
No one is alone."

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