( it's been over a year since he lost his. he's had a shitton of time to adjust to not having--fleshy hands. julian isn't afraid of josh fucking it up, but he is afraid of figuring out what he's supposed to do when things--shift back to normal. "normal". )
[ he could say a lot to that. how he's touched julian trusts him this much. how he's glad he has him here because everything might suck, but at least he's not in this alone. he could make a joke about how effective julian'd be at hitch-hiking with some extra thumbs.
( josh goes for a corner. julian turns his head to press in deeper, teeth scraping against josh's lower lip before he sucks it into his mouth and swipes his tongue against it. pulls a little before letting go. )
( is josh so used to julian telling him he smells that he automatically heads to the shower when julian tells him to fuck off? like. conditioning josh to shower was part of the plan but not this intensely.
one of his hands reaches out. grabs hold of josh's wrist. )
( the eyeroll he gives is mostly because julian has to be julian, not because josh is wrong. the hand releases him and waves josh off, while julian turns to the dresser to sift through his clothes. )
( well, fine. whatever. josh goes to shower, julian--gets himself dressed and starts sifting through their food stash for snacks. since it's not like there's anything better to do in hell. he's not going out there, who the hell knows what crazy shit lies beyond their dorm-ish room today. )
[ he's a little nervous. this could backfire, this could seriously hurt julian. where did all this faith in him come from?
then again, he remembers julian was the one to break him out of his coma the first time. promising that he was more than a killer, that he was a healer, and... he'd been right. he'd saved laura that time. ]
( it could. josh could fuck up, julian's insides could be even more messed up than before. he could lose more internal organs, more of his arms. or die. or whatever. but here julian is: stepping closer to josh and holding out his arms anyway.
like this is a totally safe thing to do and not going to fuck him over in the slightest. partially because he trusts josh, partially because it's not like his hands can get much worse. they're not there. )
[ he reaches out to touch julian's forearms. it's a gentle touch, the pads of his fingers glowing as he allows his powers to activate and truly suss out julian's anatomy. ]
[ he licks his lips, takes in a breath, and then he's in his element. ]
I'm going to turn off the nerves in your arms. It's going to feel really weird, but it will feel worse if you feel me doing this. Just... breathe, and trust me. Okay? I'll take care of you.
[ It warms his heart. Gives him enough levity to grin a big goofy grin, and then his own eyes are shutting.
There isn't much to see in terms of regrowth. The glow from Josh's power is absolutely blinding, and the power itself is no longer the gentle stream of a young mutant learning their craft - it's a torrent. Precise, powerful, and utterly overwhelming.
Josh carefully constructs from the body's memory. Trying to pull information from where he can, imperfections and flaws, every whorl of his fingerprint, to make sure they're well and truly his and not poor imitations. Its hard. It's an old wound that's long since healed over, something that had always seemed so daunting to him when he'd been younger and faced with Karma's missing leg or the broken bodies of all those who fell on Genosha.
He knows better now.
It feels like it takes hours, but in actuality he doesn't imagine it takes more than a few minutes. ]
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and then they snap open. ]
Are you sure?
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( not a direct answer, maybe. but an answer nonetheless. )
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I wouldn't.
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( it's been over a year since he lost his. he's had a shitton of time to adjust to not having--fleshy hands. julian isn't afraid of josh fucking it up, but he is afraid of figuring out what he's supposed to do when things--shift back to normal. "normal". )
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instead he kisses the corner of julian's mouth. ]
Okay.
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And don't fuck around with Teddy anymore.
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Dude, I was out of my mind horny. You're the only one I fuck around with.
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( because teddy made him mad and then he couldn't even beat him up to feel better. )
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[ though you know... shapeshifters have fascinating biology. ]
Won't happen again. I promise.
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Get out of my bed.
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okay, fine. okay. getting to his feet and heading for the shower he guesses??? ]
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one of his hands reaches out. grabs hold of josh's wrist. )
You're leaving?
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[ what do you want he smells like your sleep sweat.
He's got half a morning routine that's better than sleeping all the time and being in bed all day ]
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Don't use all the hot water.
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Gotcha. I'll keep it quick.
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Give him a second to put on pants before he turns and asks: ]
When do you want to do it?
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not that he isn't already used to josh being a weirdo. anyway--
after shoving a handful of chips into his mouth, )
Now?
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[ he's a little nervous. this could backfire, this could seriously hurt julian. where did all this faith in him come from?
then again, he remembers julian was the one to break him out of his coma the first time. promising that he was more than a killer, that he was a healer, and... he'd been right. he'd saved laura that time. ]
Come here.
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like this is a totally safe thing to do and not going to fuck him over in the slightest. partially because he trusts josh, partially because it's not like his hands can get much worse. they're not there. )
How many limbs have you regrown?
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[ he reaches out to touch julian's forearms. it's a gentle touch, the pads of his fingers glowing as he allows his powers to activate and truly suss out julian's anatomy. ]
Wings, arms, legs, organs...
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( there's no heat behind it. the muscle under josh's fingers--twitches. but doesn't do anything else. julian takes in a deep, steadying breath. )
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I'm going to turn off the nerves in your arms. It's going to feel really weird, but it will feel worse if you feel me doing this. Just... breathe, and trust me. Okay? I'll take care of you.
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because he really doesn't want to even imagine what hands regrowing looks like. )
Yeah. I trust you.
( josh has physical contact with him. there's no tell, no tensing, no twitching--it isn't a lie. )
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There isn't much to see in terms of regrowth. The glow from Josh's power is absolutely blinding, and the power itself is no longer the gentle stream of a young mutant learning their craft - it's a torrent. Precise, powerful, and utterly overwhelming.
Josh carefully constructs from the body's memory. Trying to pull information from where he can, imperfections and flaws, every whorl of his fingerprint, to make sure they're well and truly his and not poor imitations. Its hard. It's an old wound that's long since healed over, something that had always seemed so daunting to him when he'd been younger and faced with Karma's missing leg or the broken bodies of all those who fell on Genosha.
He knows better now.
It feels like it takes hours, but in actuality he doesn't imagine it takes more than a few minutes. ]
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