The armoured hearts

The armour

"You got some…awesome friends…" Porsche smiled sadly, he had the sensation that they had made so much more than he could.

"Yes…Hia, what do you think? I am going in the kitchen, cooking for us and then we eat together?"

"...o-okay…" Porsche hesitated and when he saw Porchay disappearing behind the door he thought that he wouldn’t be able to support this. He was terrified. He was panicked at the idea that it would be their last meeting. But he had friends, it should be alright. He had them, it should be alright. He breathed loudly. Porsche's mind was living all over again the hour where he couldn’t stop imagining Porchay’s death, he had tried to protect him and he didn’t think that he would have taken after him like this. But he did, and he survived but he could still die. Death was above his head all the time but he was even more dancing with her, now that a small amount of life had shaken his darkest ideas.

Porchay was having a hard time understanding what happened, that he was with him and wouldn’t leave. It was such a weird sensation to find that one of his biggest battles had been resolved, but not finished, not at all. He didn’t know how to describe the pain he was feeling looking at Porsche. His dark circles, his messy hair, his beard, his painful body. It was hard to witness but he still smiled, he didn’t find at least a corpse but a body.

The boy was going to the kitchen, lost in his thoughts when a hand grabbed him from a door, it was their room. Porsche had been put in the most far away from the centre of the house for him to not be scared by the noise. He ended up in Kim’s arms, hugging him tightly. Porchay melted, smiled, closed his eyes and he wanted to sleep suddenly, to just let his worries fly away for a moment. He had Kim, he had Porsche, he felt like having the world.

“I missed you.” Kim whispered, his voice emotional.

“Me too, so much…” Porchay whispered back, cupping Kim’s cheeks and kissing him tenderly.

Kim didn’t want to let go at all, he didn’t want to be like this but he had yearned for being able to be close to his lover for some hours, it was a lot for him. He licked Porchay’s lips to have an access and he let him come inside, giving a more passionate kiss, loving and cherishing each part of his mouth before pulling away, breathless, and kissing Porchay’s forehead. Kim tried to think, he tried to get what he should do, what he should ask, to not only focus on what he felt.

“How…is…” He struggled to pronounce, his eyes looking everywhere.

“He’s… he is, that’s great right?” Porchay smiled, caressing Kim’s waist. “I wondered…I need to make food for him…but I also want to cut his hair, and shave his beard…to pamper him…” Porchay said with difficulty. “Would you like to help me?”

“Hel-help how?” Kim asked, taken aback but taking it really seriously.

“To move him…I am not sure I have the strength or…I might have it but I am kinda worried…” He confessed. He didn’t know if he would emotionally be able to support the body of his brother or if he would be able to not hurt him. He didn’t know or he also needed Kim to be closer, to love him and also be accepted by Porsche. The youngest didn’t want to be the only one to approach him, he didn’t want to exclude him more from the world than he already was.

“I will. I chose to help.” Kim giggled, rustling Porchay’s hair and they loved it, they loved it so much.