Phainon simply held him, complete shock and fear stealing words from his throat. The new assets are invisible to him until many deep breaths later.

“I don’t… know…? A- Are you okay? Did it stop? We should really take you to Hyacine… please…. Professor…”

“Anaxa–!!? What… what’s happening..???”

And those seconds felt like centuries, maybe even thousands of years, heart leaping like on the verge or breaking the laws of nature into yet another doom…

Thankfully, it was over and Anaxagoras was clearly still breathing, still conscious. +

The gods must hate Phainon to have him witness this!!

Though the adrenaline exploding in his veins kept him on his toes, flying to try holding his boyfriend before he met the floor, Phainon felt the well-known anguish of watching him lose his loved ones without being able to stop it. +

Then, Phainon forgets all the undressing part to, instead, hold his lover to avoid having him fall and hurt himself.

"Are you okay??! Is the pain that unbearable? Should I go call Hyacine? I'll go call her! Sit down, wait here!"

clouds leaving from obscuring the sun, slow and hopeful.

A sigh. A warrior must be determined and unshakable. So he reaches to undo Anaxa's buttons with the most pathetic frown ever. At least until he starts acting odd.

"Did you say something?" +

Is it cruel of him to be thinking these unlawful, embarrassing thoughts even though Anaxa's in pain? Even though they're here for relaxation, to ease this pain?

Not that the alchemist makes it any easier on him. The cloth falls down his shoulders like +

flooding and his cheeks grow really hot. He hasn't really been able to properly see the alchemist's nude body in the dark . . . that's why his heart is racing.

Yet, he feels upset at his own lack of spine. He had... he made love to Anaxa before. Why is he so shy?

"... Do you ... need some help?"