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[Oh... Komaeda looks thoughtful for a moment, as he listens to Atem try to piece his thoughts into words. It's a little silly, in a way that's wholeheartedly sweet, because even though he's gone so far as to admit how much he wanted to see Atem first and foremost, the guy himself is being so careful about being too selfish. He should be more selfish, Komaeda thinks.]

Hey... Atem-kun.

[He sees that lowered head—now understanding the implications of that body language, of Atem seeking comfort—and settles his hand between those ears again. This time, though, he doesn't just pat. Komaeda drags the weight of his hand over the crest of Atem's head, and down the back of his neck in a soothing pet.]

You're my pack, you know? And obviously I want to spend time with you, too. Sure... It might make more sense if there's more than just the two of us but... Mana didn't tell me I had to do this with a certain number of werewolves, and we don't know how much alone time we'll actually get to spend together either.

[Komaeda lowers his head, too, settling his chin on his knees as his overlong tail drags across the dirt and curls around the two of them.]

For a month, I was scared you'd never wake up, or that you'd fade to the Sea of Stars... And then when I finally saw you again, it was like you forgot who you were... You were Yugi-kun's ghost again. If you lost all of your memories of me... I don't know what I'd do. [A pause, his voice quieting sheepishly,] I don't mind if you want it to be just the two of us.

[Komaeda's right.

They really don't know how much time they'll get to spend together.

It's easy to count on tomorrow, when he isn't thinking about it....but Atem fell asleep so suddenly, without any warning at all. And he was away so long...it could have been worse, but six weeks isn't a short time. Komaeda could have been gone again, before Atem woke up.

His tail starts to swish back and forth again, making a single little dirt-angel wing -- as he gets back up to all fours, and bumps the top of his head against Komaeda's webbed hand.]

You're right.

Anything could happen at any time...so, we should take all of the chances we get, shouldn't we?

[They've already wasted enough time.

Touch is easier when he's like this: it feels safer in this context, when Atem is so far from human. He pushes himself up onto his hind legs, putting his front paws on Komaeda's thigh. It's not flirtatious, it's a canine get-up-and-go!]

Let's go run around the woods until sunrise. We'll get you your werewolf form for sure!

[There goes his tail: not at top speed, not like before, but brisk and energetic.]

[Not should—no, because should implies the difference between something that's desire and something that's necessary—they need to take all of their chances.

If Ryslig has taught them anything, it's that nothing is permanent. The inherent nihilism of this place, that nothing you do matters, that all of your effort could end up wasted, is something that could break a person's spirit into a thousand pieces. And yet, Komaeda, as is his wont in his forever quest for hope, doesn't let that depress him. If anything, the impermanence of Ryslig motivates him to make the changes he wants, to pursue the things that make him happy.

He's been a bystander to his own destiny his whole life, but not anymore. Not when Atem takes the shape of the cutest dog he's ever seen, and jumps onto him with a zest for life that can only be inspired both by canine brain and the fear of losing these few precious moments. It softens Komaeda, makes him really, really glad that he was able to come back again, and repair what had been so broken before.]

I'm not a very good runner, [he admits with a humor to his tone that has it sounding half like a joke,] but just like how you showed me how to fly... Do you want to show me how you like to be a werewolf?

[There's no doubt that there are others who could probably be a wolf better than Atem can, but that's not the point. He'll have his chances to be taught by Mukuro or Beat... But right now, he wants to follow that radiant path that only a king could carve.]

[There's a little bit of a yip in Atem's voice as he declares:]

I'll do my best!

[This isn't a, "Well, no guarantees, but I'll try." It's a promise to give it everything he has.

He hops his front paws back down to the ground, and his shape changes -- he grows taller, actually breaking five feet for once thanks to the digitigrade paws -- and becomes something mostly human, but with a fully canine head. He's still short, though, a very compact werewolf, especially for a night form!

He bends down and picks up the bag he let fall, before.]

Let's find a good place to bury these, so we don't have to carry them around all night.

[And into the forest he goes!]

[Atem is so very, very lucky that Komaeda is more concerned with upsetting him than indulging in every little intrusive thought needling into his brain. Intrusive thoughts, that, are slightly abated by the guy shifting into his night form rather than staying as a cute and lovable little dog.

(Well, he's still cute and lovable but Komaeda isn't going to say that, he knows better.)]

We need to bury your bag...?

[He asks as he straightens himself up to standing. He plods after Atem, head cocked to one side curiously.]

What did you end up bringing, anyways?

We do! We're going to do this the werewolf way, and that means burying our supplies so they don't get disturbed!

[Atem thinks he has a plan for keeping busy, at least for a while...]

My bag has food in it, so it's important to keep it away from other animals. What about yours?

[It's not just food. But the other supplies are only coming out if they're needed -- bandages, a lighter, a deck of cards, that sort of thing.]

[The werewolf way... Atem has a good point! He needs to start thinking like a werewolf!]

That makes sense! I didn't know what sort of animal would be in this forest, but it'd be bad if they ran off with our supplies...

[But at the mention of his own bag, Komaeda looks down at the duffel still slung over his shoulder.]

Hm... I brought an extra change of clothes, some hand towels, snacks, a few knives and some things to make improvised explosives if need be.

[That gets Atem to look back over his shoulder.]

Improvised--

[...and then, the look of surprise changes to a toothy, barky laugh. He throws his head back as he throws all remaining sense of normalcy to the wind: fuck it! Why shouldn't they have improvised explosives! Does it matter what Komaeda was imagining what they might be used for? Hell no!

It's such a Komaeda thing to do!]

That's so weird...it's just like you!

[Fuck it, they've got bombs, and Atem doesn't care to police them anymore!

(He also trusts Komaeda more, now. Infinitely more.)]

[That Atem could see him as weird and laugh about it (not even in a way that feels mocking), catches Komaeda completely off guard. That's just like you—said with acceptance, trust, and... Maybe even an ounce of affection. Atem understands that it was just a thought his brain had, with no ill intent behind it—that somehow throughout this night, having to make a bomb might be something they need to do—and just... Takes it at face value.

It's throws him off so completely to not be met with some manner of nagging, that while the werewolf keeps walking, Komaeda's just stunned standing in one place. He should be used to being accepted by now, but still, to receive it so wholeheartedly from Atem after so long...]

...I love you, Atem-kun.

[He blurts the words out before he can even think them through, and the second he does, it shows on his expression how unexpected it might be for the both of them. He quickly stammers out a serious of noises that are an attempt at words that never quite make it, before—]

I-I mean... I love that you aren't freaked out by me! [Oh, Fog... He laughs without humor, because even he isn't buying this haphazard save to make this one on one trip less awkward.] It means a lot that I can... Just be myself around you.

[The I love you as Komaeda is stunned into stillness catches Atem off-guard. He stops, too, and turns around, his eyes widening.

It...it's a little like it was behind the arcade, the cooling body with all its burns lying bleeding on the brickwork as Komaeda simpered about how I'm really falling for you!

But -- it's only like that because it's so sudden. This time, it's not frightening -- it's not like the crush equivalent of turning on a faucet hoping to fill a glass and getting hit with fire-hydrant force instead. It's just...it's like a dog that was so happy to see you it forgot its training and jumped, that's all.

So, instead of trying to figure out how to handle the feelings that were dropped on him, feelings Komaeda said were unselfish but which Atem felt responsible for anyway, Atem just thinks -- it's okay for him to say that, I know, and relaxes.]

I love you, too.

[It's a statement of fact. He can't really deny it, and hiding it, deflecting, feels worse than saying so.]

Who you are when you're yourself...I think that person's okay. Even if he ends up messing up, or gets things wrong...I know he's doing his best, so it's okay! I trust that.

[His tail starts to swish, back and forth. Even if Komaeda ends up doing something destructive with the bombs...it's not going to be because Komaeda meant something bad. Atem knows that. The declaration of trust isn't belief in Komaeda that's targeted to drive him to be his best self, not like it might have been a year ago -- not that Atem figured that kind of thing would work on him, anyway -- it's another statement of fact. He feels he knows Komaeda well enough to recognize nothing bad's meant, and also, that even good intentions aren't likely to lead to Atem experiencing serious consequences. Plus Komaeda has plenty of friends there to help him out if things do turn bad.

It really is just wholehearted acceptance. And trust, and affection. He's not freaked out -- anymore -- at all.]

[Much like the laughter, light and airy and believing, the reciprocation comes as a punch that stuns him. More than before, Komaeda stands there, completely motionless—as if moving would break this moment, and cause the universe to collapse on itself.

Sure, the feeling of love has been there for longer than either of them likely realized, mutual but never talked about openly. But the last thing Komaeda ever expected was to hear it so blatantly... How many times had he told Atem he's loved him and never gotten a response? (Three times, that's how many.)

He feels, in that moment, like he did when they were flying. When their souls entwined and their hearts drew in close to one another, and the world around them didn't matter, because it was all about the person there with them. It feels like the quest to become a werewolf is forgotten, like the mouth to the deadly lager woods is nothing more than a fairy tale forest, and all that matters, singularly, is that they love each other.

Sea glass shards roll down Komaeda's cheeks faster than he can realize he's even crying, and when he does, he's quick to touch at his cheeks and catch a few.]

O-Oh, [he finally finds his voice, and then exhales a laugh,] sorry, Atem-kun... I'm not upset, I promise...!

[Maybe a part of him is, because loving each other isn't the same as being able to be together... Not when Ryou has only ever talked to him about it in hypotheticals, and the situation is more complicated than what simple love can conquer.]

I'm just happy to finally hear it... I never thought I would...

[...ah...

Atem's jaws part in worry. Even though Komaeda says he's not upset but happy, it's still...

He turns fully back around and approaches, padding over on canine paws that are soft on the ground, and puts a clawed hand on Komaeda's shoulder.]

I should at least be able to say it, right? Even if I can't do anything else about it right now, it doesn't change things to be honest about how I feel. That's okay, isn't it?

[He feels like it is. It's the truth...it's not going to be followed up with detailed fantasy or anything else that smacks of taking advantage of this time alone for gratification behind Ryou's back. It's just saying something they both know, instead of pretending not acknowledging it will make it any better.]

[Though his cheeks aren't wet, Komaeda's too distracted with wiping at them to notice Atem's approach until he feels the weight of a hand on his shoulder. He startles, just for a moment, just long enough to realize it's Atem who's touching him, before he tucks his hand to his middle and grips at the front of his own shirt with worry.]

It's not... not okay.

[Atem is right. Being honest about feelings isn't wrong, per se, but it's probably irresponsible. Despite both of their partner(s) knowing the care they have for each other, anything that edges too close to the line should still be something they shy away from, he thinks.

It had been completely impulsive, the way those words slipped out of his mouth—and different from the cowardly way he had last confessed his feelings. When it was through Atem's spell, it felt like it was over the phone or something... There was a sense of distance that made it feel safe. But now, with the warmth of Atem's touch and the tenderness of his tone, it feels like Komaeda's being tested.]

We should still be careful, though... I don't want to get too hopeful or impulsive, and end up doing something you hate.

[His words are said with the hint of a frustrated whine. Atem is touching him but he's doing his best to keep his arms completely to himself. As happy as hearing those words from Atem makes him, the distraction is needed now more than ever.]

Let's get going, alright...? We have to bury our bags.

[...yeah. If they indulge in this too much, it'll cross the line into not-okay. But, Atem didn't want to break the moment first...he's done that too often, brought the subject back to practical concerns in order to avoid the uncomfortable and emotionally-dangerous.

Now that Komaeda's done it, though, Atem lets his hand drop from Komaeda's shoulder and re-adjusts the pack slung over his back.]

Yeah. Let's go.

[He heads for the woods -- and, only when he's sure Komaeda's following him does he go on:]

We'll have to find a good spot...a place where the dirt isn't too hard, with a landmark so we won't lose track of where they are. Though, I'll probably be able to find them again by smell...

[The moment Atem's hand-paw is removed, it's as if Komaeda can breathe again. There's a loneliness to it, too—he's cold blooded enough that the gentle heat of that hand is something to be desired, the absence of it that much more stark. But they have to be responsible now more than ever.

As Atem turns his back, Komaeda's mind is pulled back to his conversation with Ryou. A part of him still remains skeptical that things will resolve so simply, but... The part of him that still holds onto hope, that desperately yearns for the things he's always been unable to have in his life, is holding on.

The thoughts now swirling in his head have him hesitate, but only for a moment. Then he's following after Atem again, letting him lead the way.]

This is my first time in the lager woods, actually. [He says, as he fiddles with the zipper on his duffel bag idly.] I thought a place like this would have less of a chance of other monsters interrupting us... So, I'm going to defer to your judgement in choosing the spot, Atem-kun.

Maybe near a tree? That would be easier to carve a marking into.

There's plenty of places like that!

[He says, with another short, barking laugh.]

But there's one place in particular I'm going to head for...I think it'll help you practice some werewolf things, without having to run too much.

[His tail starts to swish with anticipation, the wag of a dog that's done something clever and is pleased with itself. They step into the tree cover as dusk gives way to night, the tree-leaves blocking out the stars, even in places without patches of mist. Atem leads them along a winding path, nose turned upward, sniffing in this direction and that.]

Luckily, I've been in and out of here quite a bit -- and with a werewolf's nose! I think this'll be fun...

[Oh... Atem's tail... Komaeda can't help staring at it as he's led through the woods, the eager sway of it somewhat calming on his nerves. He doesn't notice it himself, but as they venture deeper into the woods and ambient light around them dims, the blue scales across Komaeda's body begins to glow a faint blue that grows stronger the darker it gets.]

It'll be fun, huh...? [Komaeda can't help but chuckle at that,] you're so excited, Atem-kun!

[He's glad that Atem already has some plans in mind, considering that he sort of invited the guy here blind. Komaeda is sort of left to wonder what sort of spot he's being led towards.]

I hope that your other trips out here haven't been too bad.

Excited...? Yeah, I guess I am!

[Called out! Betrayed by his tail! But it's not too bad, it's not like it's a secret.]

It's true that none of the times I've been in this forest have ended badly for me. That's lucky...usually there was one thing or another that kept me from getting lost, so I don't have any bad memories here.

[Swish swish swish!]

Honestly, I like the woods...it's an impressive place!

[Especially since some of his memories came back, Atem has been a little awed by deep old woods with big big trees. It's a biome he hadn't visited before he came here, and where he was born, wood was a precious, expensive import and most trees a carefully cultivated luxury. So, being surrounded by tangled old forest is cool, like having a beautiful gold-mine down the street that you can just picnic in.]

[Komaeda can't help watching that tail, even as he listens to Atem speak of his previous times within the forest. There's no exact details given, but Komaeda's learned by now how to read the other's body language—something that's especially easier given that he's currently a werewolf.]

Right... Something like a big forest like this is pretty unfamiliar to you, right? Where you grew up didn't have anything like this.

[Trees taller than you could imagine, ancient and all-knowing of the land they stand upon... For as much respect as Komaeda has for the preservation of this particular nature, he still looks up at them with a slight tension to his frame. He's never been much of a camper... And without the animal instinct that might make it more fun, he feels as much like a fish out of water as can be.]

I grew up in the city, and my parents never took me on outdoorsy trips... So I've never really been camping in the traditional sense. I have to admit, I'll be relying on you a lot tonight for our hopeful survival until morning!

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[Why is Komaeda making him laugh so much tonight? Atem wonders. Is it happiness? Nervousness? Why is Komaeda so funny right now? Help?]

It's just overnight. As long as we build a fire, we should be okay...if worst comes to worst, we can use your explosives for warmth! Heh heh!

[His tail's still going, contentedly, enjoying the walk -- but, it picks up all of a sudden as Atem lifts his nose a little higher and his ears swivel forward. Looks like he's caught the scent he's been looking for!

If Komaeda is attuned to water with any of his senses, he might start to pick up that they're approaching some. Atem's ears can pick up the sound of running water before long, but Komaeda's might take more time!]

[Komaeda laughs in turn, the tension he'd felt a moment before easing out of his frame with the soft sound.]

Then it's a good thing I brought this gunpowder, huh...? Maybe they should call me the Ultimate Clairvoyant?

[It's a bit of a lame joke, one that Atem likely won't get, but it tickles Komaeda all the same. A past version of himself might not have been able to make such a joke, deigning the idea of Ultimates too sacred to blaspheme against by insinuating he could ever be as great as them, but now... It feels good to make fun of his past, a bit.

Though, his attention is certainly pulled away from his thoughts as he senses the growing humidity in the air more than the sound of rushing water. It's as if his parched scales are desperately trying to soak in as much moisture from the air as possible.]

Are we setting up camp near water...?

[Atem makes an amused little huff at the first bit -- but because he can't find a quick or easy way to say the concept he wants to express besides Ultimate Boy Scout, so he lets the joke go and takes the L.]

That's right! You'll need it if we're going to be by a fire all night...and, we're going to play in it.

[The trees in front of them start to thin out, and Komaeda will be able to see a stretch of water of a good width, a wide pool made by a bend in a forest stream. Most of the water is pretty calm, except for where the water pours into the pond from uphill and where it exits on its way down: it's a good place for swimming, but the rocks that break the surface here and there suggest maybe it's not a great idea to try diving.

There's a stretch of grass that's clear of the woods and fairly flat, and the trees right at the edge of that are what Atem's headed for.

It'd be prettier during the day, or on a clear night where you could see the stars, but a patch of fog is passing through here, and instead, it looks spooky and eerie.]

[Komaeda isn't so much bothered by the eeriness of the scene. If anything, he sort of finds it charming in its own way. Something like camping and swapping ghost stories during, are things he never got to experience. So a part of him is especially excited to finally get the chance to do something so... Normal and mundane.]

It won't be a problem if I get my tail? [He asks, sounding less bothered by it than he does apprehensive. He doesn't want to stall their fun by becoming immobile on land, after all.] I mean, I trust your judgement Atem-kun... But if I go too deep in the water, we'll have to wait for my legs to come back.

[He says this while still following after the other, his gaze flitting between the broader line of Atem's shoulders and the scenery around them.]

[As he scratches around the ground between the trees, sniffing and pawing:]

That's okay! We'll probably be hungry by then...so we can sit around the fire and rest, until you get your legs back.

[Aha, this looks good....there's not too many roots here....]

Come on. Help me dig!

[Atem puts his pack down and starts going at the dirt with his clawed hands!]

[Well, that's a good point... Komaeda can't argue with it.

He settles in next to Atem, where he gets down on his hand and knees. He doesn't quite have the digging strength of a werewolf, but even as a merperson, he can willingly extend his claws into something a bit bigger and stronger to tear through the softer dirt with. He'll start to scrape away at it, though not nearly as efficiently as Atem can.]

You know... I wanted to thank you for agreeing to this, [he mentions quietly, as they work at that digging spot together,] not just helping me fly... But also helping me with this. Especially on such short notice...

[He always knows how reliable Atem can be, but a small part of him is still a little worried.]

I hope you'll tell me if I'm ever asking too much or bothering you...

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