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Scarred hands over softer, thin ones. Quiet laughter, accompanied by old-fashioned pop music.
Hyperlaser watched as Medkit chuckled, entranced by the doctor. Every detail of him continued to draw the mercenary in - his clothes, his hair, every piece of jewelry, even down to the marks on his hands. Even just the idea that the medic was here, willingly and excitedly, brought such a delightful feeling to Hyperlaser. Someone who is thoroughly ruined by his origins, and yet still finds it within himself to return just for Hyperlaser. The privilege of Medkit’s attention, his trust..
It is enlightening. How powerful just one person can be, how much of an influence he is within the other’s life.
He wants to cherish this moment forever.
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Watching the doctor, Hyperlaser contemplates what their lives could have been like had they been two different people with different lives. If that fateful night in the lab had never happened, if Hyperlaser was raised like an average demon rather than a soldier.
Now, he feels content. Perhaps their upbringings and experiences are vastly different and outlandish, but there is comfort to be found in each other. That, in itself, is enough for him.
Hyperlaser wonders, sometimes, how much of himself does he truly devote to Medkit? To put the medic back together piece by piece, with loving hands and quiet words?
All of it, he decides. Every little bit of himself, he offers, with unconditional love and care - and is paid with the same in return.