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[He's not thrilled by the idea of Max getting hurt -- but it is kind of a relief, remembering that. That if something happens, Jamie will know immediately and can try to help. If he can even help. It's a little complicated knot of feeling, and he pushes it aside to dwell on that later, when his head's a little more put together.

For right now, it's a lot easier to just cuddle into Max as much as possible while sitting like this, waiting. His adoration and gratitude speak loudly, sketched across his face and radiating through that link between them.]

Yeah. That sounds really good right now. [Which doesn't explain the brief little jangle of nerves that goes through him, concern at the idea of being alone with somebody right now. If he's not as fixed as he thought, if he hurts Max, he's going to hate himself for it.]

[That's all that's truly on Max's mind at the moment, is getting through this minor mishap together. The alien doesn't want to think of anything in the future that might pull them in any direction but together. He's got no worries about anything, even the small tugs he's felt from Jamie. Whatever it is, strange or not, they can face.

Max has already dealt with more strange things beyond heaven and earth, why not a little more. He can feel the small bit of nerve, but his answer is kindness and compassion, it's peace, overwhelming peace and comfort. He loves Jamie more than anyone or anything and it's completely evident. ]

What is your favorite snack, by the way. We haven't talked about that. I mean, I know we both stick groceries in the fridge. What's your most favorite thing?

[Max's hand slide along Jamie's leg, the bed making it easier for him to take full advantage of most all parts of his boyfriend's body at once.]

[It would be hard to fight the way Max's calm comfort makes Jamie relax, even if he'd wanted to. Max being there makes everything feel a little more okay, every time. His presence is about the best comfort Jamie could ask for. And even though it's probably because Max doesn't know what to worry about, the instinct is still there. Max is here, and he isn't worried, so everything's going to be fine.

Besides, he's a little too drifty to hold onto something like that for long right now. This is the first time in a while that his abilities have gone off like this; he's spent years hiding out every time something could possibly trigger them, and it's really doing a number on him, after so long.]

Besides you? [Playful and silly. There's a little more drawl in his voice than there normally is, accent coming out a little at the subconscious reminder of what it felt like to be home and feeding off something all the time. He flashes Max a little grin, leaning into the touch with a little hum as he considers.] I don't know. Donuts? Anything covered in powdered sugar's good.

[There's no way that Max could understand the why for Jamie's out-of-it behavior. He's never seen or felt anything like it. However, he'd give up every store of energy that he has, and tap the earth for more if he had to. There's nothing he wouldn't do to take care of this man, the one clinging to him and looking at him like this. The feelings that revolve between them on a never-ending cycle are already stronger than anything he's had with anyone he's ever loved before, and Max has lived and loved -- but Jamie is beyond that.

While Jamie clings to Max, Max is doing his own method of clinging. He's offering support, soft sounds, and warm words. He's doing what he can to get them both out of there and back home. He's already spoken to the nurse and assured her of his skills in first aid. He knows what the symptoms of shock are and while she's a little worried about the dizziness Jamie seems to be experiencing, Max seems sure in himself. He's even flashed his old badge and spoke about his small-town experience.

It tends to move things along. ]

There, we'll be released in a few minutes. They're going to get the paperwork, and you're cute, you know that. [laughing at Jamie's quip, Max kisses his nose and then places the most tender of kisses to his lips, lingering incredibly gently only to convey emotions across the gap of their mouths, nothing pressing. ]

I think we can do something with powdered sugar. Donuts even. That sounds delicious. I love breakfast food.

[He holds on to Max's shirt when he kisses him, leaning into it without trying to deepen it, just appreciative. The other hand starts to come up automatically before he remembers, lowering it again with a little sound of displeasure.]

Sounds good. God, I can't wait to get out of here. [He's resigned more than really upset or anxious about it. Hospitals don't bother him, not really. It's just a frustration to have to wait for paperwork and official release when it means an extra few minutes before curling up in bed with his boyfriend.

He does pause, though, before adding with a little, sheepish smile:] I like having you taking care of it, though.

[Look: sometimes these things catch you off guard. Turns out it's a little bit hot watching Max flash his badge around and take control. Jamie's not really in a place to do anything about it, but that doesn't mean he can't appreciate it, right?]

[It's difficult not to crawl into the bed with Jamie and wrap himself around the younger male. Max can feel the pull as readily as he feels the beating of his heart. It's not like he wouldn't love to anyway. It's so easy to want where Jamie's concerned. Max's protective nature is borderline dangerous when it comes to Jamie. If it had been anything more than a cut hand-- Max would have carried him out and healed him without a second thought.

As it is, the slight pain-- the throb is hard for Max to feel, to know that Jamie has to experience. He wants to be home and in their bed together as much as Jamie does. When the nurse finally comes with the paperwork, Max helps Jamie sign it and then slings the curtain closed so they can put him back in his street clothes.]

I'm glad I could help you take care of this. I'm only sorry I wasn't there when it happened. You know I'd be by your side every moment of the day if we didn't have to do that working thing to survive.

[Kissing Jamie's temple, Max laughs softly and helps him into his shirt and pants, carefully watching the hurt hand as he does. ]

I know. I'd do that if I could. But at least it wasn't a big deal.

[A pain to deal with, maybe -- but nothing to freak out about.

He's pretty much capable of dressing himself, if a little awkwardly, but he makes no attempt to stop Max from helping. He gets the feeling letting Max do something is probably better than fighting him. Anyway, Jamie appreciates the way he tries to help, the way he stays close.

The work shirt is a mess -- Jamie makes a face at the blood staining the sleeve, but the t-shirt underneath is fine. He's steady on his feet, but he still stays close to Max as they head out, good hand in his.

The energy high does start to fade a little by the time they're halfway through the parking lot. Jamie starts to look more tired, leaning a little more into Max's arm; and that feeding sensation gets stronger when they're not surrounded by people, Max close enough to be the primary target. It's only enough to maybe cause a little tiredness, but it's still there.]

We need to stop on the way home?

[No, there might be worse in the future-- things that Max really would have to worry about healing. This was a little bit of nothing. Still, they were so new in their relationship and experiencing the high of one another's emotions through the first cycle of Max's print. Soon, there would be another, and then another, until they felt so bound they'd forget a time when they weren't there present within each other.

Max still wondered if they'd eventually be able to communicate telepathically through the link. It seemed like they might. It was something he'd eventually start practicing. Now wasn't the time.

Keeping an arm about Jamie, not because he has to, but because he wants to, Max walks him out to his truck and makes sure he gets up into it easily enough. There's that psychic pull again, stronger this time. It's something Max wants to ask about. He's still not worried because of his abilities, but it could be a thing that would get Jamie in trouble if Max wasn't about. Once they're on the road, Max glances over. ]

No, not if you don't want to. We can stop for fast food if you're craving something. It might help your energy store. I've got all the bandages we might need for your hand back at the apartment, so I think we're good there- plus they put some in the discharge bag so I could change your dressing. I can pick up the antibiotics in the morning, since you got your first dose through the iv.

[There's absolutely no sense, through the bond or otherwise, that Jamie's anything but blissfully unaware of the way he's siphoning off of Max, or ever was doing it to anyone else. It's as natural as breathing, a fully subconscious act of power. More than anything else emotionally, he's simply radiating gratitude, angled in his seat to watch Max as they drive, like there's nothing he'd rather look at in the world.

He relaxes a little at hearing they don't have to go anywhere; now that the weird, dizzy sensation he's chalking up to adrenaline is gone, he just wants to stop moving.] You're amazing. Maybe just -- a drivethrough or something, so we don't have to make anything.

[So he doesn't have to let go of Max long enough for that, because Jamie's pretty much planning on attaching to him the second they get through the door.]

[Even though Max can feel the draw on his energy due to the way he's made, and the fact that he has a reserve of power that's tapped into the world around him-- he doesn't feel like it's the right time to mention it to Jamie yet. He can sense through their bond that Jamie seems unaware, or unconcerned in the least.

He figures that he can bring it up when they are tucked into bed together later, and have time to talk about the day. Max has no intentions of doing anything but being by Jamie's side. It's obvious by the way he only uses one hand to guide the truck, and keeps the other settled on Jamie's thigh-- his fingers soothing back and forth in a soft, comforting pattern.

There's the same need to be connected, no matter what. It doesn't matter who needs it more, right now it's the same need.

Max stops at a local drive thru fast food joint and grabs them some food, drink. He grins across the way at Jamie, sipping on a soda he got. ]

Almost home babe. Then we can strip down and lay in bed naked while eating, and snuggle up completely touching. Nothing keeping us apart.

[There's not much in the world that helps him relax more than that touch, Max's hands warm and familiar on him. His fingers skim against his boyfriend's wrist occasionally, a little bit of affection, but mostly he's content just to sit there and wait, however long it takes. The energy drain eventually fades out to almost nothing, just a faint tickle because of the pain, the stress that kicked it into high gear settling the longer they're alone.

He returns that grin with a slightly sleepy one, leaning across to butt a kiss against Max's shoulder.] I really like your ideas, have I mentioned that? [A little laugh in his voice.]

[It's nice to know that whatever the need for energy has faded the longer they are together. Max feels like his strength is enough, making him feel even more like this partnership, that this love was somehow fated-- like they were meant to be together. It makes his heart feel light, whether it's true or not.

Glancing over to see the sleepy look on Jamie's face, Max grabs a fry and feeds it to Jamie at a light.]

A few more seconds, love.

[It really was exactly that. They pull up to their place only a few moments later. Max hurries over to Jamie's side of the truck and helps him out before grabbing the food with his other hand. He keeps one around his beloved and then helps him up to the elevator so they can take it to their apartment. ]

Gimme a second, and I'll get us both to the bedroom and undressed so we can crawl into bed and eat there. Then you can get some much-needed sleep.

I'm okay, really. I promise.

[It's quiet, not exactly a protest so much as a sheepish reminder. Mostly Jamie feels bad, because he really doesn't need all this taking care of. He's used to injuries, has had much worse than this, even if it's been a while since it's happened.

But it's nice. The way Max takes care of him -- there haven't been many people in Jamie's life who wanted to do that. He feels cherished. It's not like he ever doubts how much Max loves him, or how wanted he is, but there's still something particularly nice about this. He knows Max will be able to feel that, that there's no hiding how much he likes it, and he feels a little guilty about that. He doesn't want to make Max feel like he has to drop everything if Jamie needs him, like he doesn't have a choice.

None of that stops him from leaning into Max as they wait, or letting himself be guided through the hall as the elevator leaves them off on their floor. He's definitely not saying no to it as long as he has the option.]

[Everything is still new between them. They may have been dating for a while, but things have really opened up and become serious lately, so it feels like this is the first time either of them has been injured since they've been together. It may or may not be true, but it still feels that way. They might each find themselves at the end of more serious injuries in the future, but Max can't help but dote on Jamie.

This is also their first time being tied together, which intensifies their relationship. Their need for one another is nearly insatiable. They'll grow more and more used to the feeling of the other humming gently in their minds and hearts as things go on, but it's still bright and flashy among all the rest of their emotions. Add all that up, and it's no wonder they both want to go back to their apartment and snuggle up tight.

Guiding Jamie into the apartment, Max pauses by the kitchen and gathers some powdered donuts to go along with the food they got to eat and then takes them both to the bedroom. The food is stashed on the bed's edge so they can both get undressed. Max keeps his boxer briefs on while they eat -- because it makes sense. ]

Can I help you into bed? Or, if you hop in, I can lay out the food and then pull up a movie for us to watch.

[Jamie's mostly with it enough after walking a little, but it takes a little bit of focus to get things off without instinctively using his right hand. It's lucky that he's pretty good with his off hand; it's just going to be a matter of ignoring his instincts while things get better. He'll let Max help him as much as he wants, though, partly because that's a good excuse to allow it and partly because he's just not inclined to say no.]

I can get in, that's fine. [He takes one more look at the reddened sleeve of his work shirt before reluctantly tossing it towards the trash, making a little face when it doesn't quite land in before fully turning his attention back towards Max. He reaches out with his good hand to draw him in first, kissing him softly.] Thanks. [He knows he said it before, but he feels like it's worth saying again. It's not like Max can probably miss the appreciation pouring off of Jamie every time he looks at him, Jamie feels like he's lighting up with it, but he still wants to show it every way that he can.]

[Watching the shirt miss the trash, Max grabs it up so he can stick it in the trash for Jamie. It's an easy enough thing to do. Having only one arm is difficult. Max has had to work like that before, and he gets it. He's had to work with plenty of injuries on the job. All of them suck-- so it's not that he pities Jamie; he mainly wants to help and take care of Jamie because he loves him more than life itself.

Pants are harder one-handed, and Max helps with the shoes and the pants before pulling down the covers and helping Jamie in anyhow. He knows he asked, but Max is kind of stubborn as a care-taker. He will help until someone tells him to stop. He does enjoy the thanks and the kiss that comes with it. That's one of the best parts of helping Jamie get into their bed. He kisses him sweetly and bumps their noses together softly. ]

Okay, the donuts are in the middle here, and your drink is open next to you. Your fast food is there, and I am here. Now the important things. Movie. What movie do you want?

[It's hard to mind the way Max moves to help anyway. Jamie still feels a tiny bit bad for how much he likes being taken care of, but it's being taken over more and more by just enjoying it. He'll find ways to make it up to him in the future, do his best to help Max out more.

(He does anyway, in all the little mundane ways he can manage, making sure that the apartment's clean for Max to come home to, feeds him to the best of Jamie's limited cooking abilities, tries to help him relax if he seems stressed. Really, it's just an excuse to do more, because he also likes helping Max however he can.)

He hums a little at the rundown, moving to pick at fries as he considers.] Nothing new, I don't know if I'm gonna stay awake for a whole movie... [He pauses, tipping his head with a little grin. It's almost sheepish, because there are certain movies Jamie puts on so often that Max has probably gotten used to overhearing them, but he's tired enough to want something he knows well.] Sweet Charity?

[Look, some people have comfort movies, and other people have comfort choreographers. Or maybe that's just Jamie.]

[It's a blessing for Max to care for Jamie like this. He doesn't mind it at all. It's an extension of the deep love that lives in his heart. It's as satisfying as the sex that they have but in a different manner. Intimacy comes in all forms. Max loves all the little things that Jamie does for him, and he will always do his best to take care of Jamie in return. All that he has belongs to his lover, and it always will.

Stripping down, Max crawls in beside Jamie and gets settled. He opens up his sandwich and begins picking at it while Jamie works to decide what they'll watch for the evening. It doesn't surprise him much when he picks one of his favorite comfort movies. Max smiles. He enjoys Jamie's tastes. Max might not have seen all these movies before, but he's enjoyed them all as he's gotten to know Jamie. They're a part of him, and for that reason alone, Max also finds comfort in them. ]

When you start to get really sleepy, let me know so I can move your fries.

[He jokes and scoots over in the bed to slip an arm around Jamie and pull him against Max's chest. They can still eat like this; Max has one hand free, and as long as he's neat, there's no worry. Flipping to the movies they have saved on their TV, Max starts up Sweet Charity and pops a fry in his mouth, caressing Jamie's side with his other hand.]

I love you.

M'not promising anything. [It's mostly a joke, because he's at least not falling asleep where he sits at the moment. He's just drained, body recovering from the weird energy fluctuations and mildly annoyed at the way things went off the rails. There's things to worry about that he doesn't really want to bother thinking about, about how work's going to be affected and trying not to make things worse, and he's too tired to try to work that out now.

He'd be a lot more frustrated if not for Max's company. At least this is a good way to end up, and Jamie's cuddling close into his boyfriend's chest as soon as he's given the option, more eager for the contact than the food right now.

He turns a little to nuzzle a kiss against Max's jaw, affectionate and grateful.] I love you too. You're just -- really wonderful, have I mentioned that?

Okay, you can fall asleep on your fries if you want. That just means I get to bathe you in the morning.

[Such a terrible task really. The sling can be removed. Thank goodness it's not a cast. Max still wishes that he'd been there earlier to heal things up before Jamie had gone to the hospital. Maybe after he's worn the sling for a little bit, Max can heal him and say that Jamie heals quickly. It would be easier on his beloved. It's hard to stand by and watch him be hurt, even if it's not that bad.

Kissing Jamie's temple, Max nuzzles his nose against the area and closes his eyes to inhale Jamie's essence. Without much thought, Max moves his hand to where his mark lies on Jamie's chest and presses his fingers to it. They glow softly and renew their bond. He knows that it really hasn't faded, but it feels right to have that freshly renewed tie-- Max can't stand to feel even slightly apart from Jamie.

A part of him still feels cautious about how much he truly loves Jamie, but he does his best to keep it tight to his chest. As long as Jamie loves him, and stays with him-- he'll be alright. ]

You're my wonder. I don't know what I'd do without you.

Sure. Not like I'll ever complain about getting you in the shower with me, anyway. [He grins a little, playful.

He feels particularly sensitive to the way the bond being renewed hits him right now -- aftereffects of the channel of his power being opened again. Max's presence feels so strong, not just physically but in every part of him. Jamie lets out a little, pleased hum, sighing as he sags a little more into Max. He's quickly gotten used to this, gotten to love it, the way he can feel Max imprinted into him; he'll never have a problem with more.

The urge to thank him for it is strong. Jamie doesn't say it out loud, but that gratitude is right there, radiating through him.]

Me either. You're my whole world. [Softly.]

[There's a thought to bring up what he felt tonight, but perhaps it's better left for morning's light when Jamie's rested and has a better head about it. The fatigue that his beloved carries beats at Max enough to make him feel sluggish. Max had never felt a bond like this but would never want anything different. He will give all he can to Jamie and more if possible.

With the gratitude, Max only returns love and the intensity of his need for Jamie. It's so powerful. He truly has no thoughts about his life now without the younger male. If it were his choice, they'd bind their lives together tomorrow and never see another day apart.

Fingers stroke along Jamie's strong jawline; a thumb humbles itself over a plush bottom lip. ]

Then let us never, ever part my beloved. I will always keep you with me.

[He leans into the touch of Max's hand, eyes dropping closed, appreciation clear in his expression. A little smile curling up the corner of his mouth at Max's words. It's strange, maybe, that he still feels so affected by the things Max says when they're so closely tied together that he can already feel everything he needs. Still, it always hits him. Probably it's admiration, more than anything else, but there's something about hearing it aloud.

He turns into Max's hand, kissing the tip of his thumb, his palm, soft and sweet.] I hope so. I don't want to go anywhere. Not without you.

[Max sometimes doesn't even think about the words he says or how they sound. He's read so many books of poetry and literature. Being a writer is a part of his being, just like being a sheriff. They are there within his blood, and he could no longer separate them than he could his alien genes. At times, it offers him words of love and longing, of comfort and gentleness.

They aren't always there, as no one always has words to speak. There are always times when words can't be spoken, but here with Jamie, Max does his best to put the enormous depth of his undying love into words. There's a bond that he knows he's never shared with another person that he has with this man in his arms.

Sighing at the touch of Jamie's lips, Max brings his other hand to run through the soft drift of Jamie's hair, gently running through the short strands. He can feel his heart pounding out a storm cloud of unimaginable emotion, but it's there. Lips replace fingers, touching the corners of Jamie's mouth before gently kissing the center. ]

You are mine, as I am yours. I swear we will always be together. I will find a way that we can bind one another together, even closer, somehow.

[It's hard to imagine anything closer is even possible. This bond between them is already something Jamie doesn't think he could have dreamed up if you gave him years to try. It still feels impossible, sometimes, that Max had offered him this, that it's even there to have. Fuck, sometimes it just feels impossible that anyone could love him like this.

But then again -- if Jamie believes in anything, he believes in Max. It's even harder to imagine there's anything his love can't do.]

I would. Whatever you could find or do -- but even if you didn't. [He's tripping over his words, a messy contrast to Max's poetic declarations, but it's what he has. And whatever he has, he wants to give.] I would follow you anywhere. I'd do -- anything for you.

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