He's done a fair bit of sleeping in this week, which he only does when he's sulking, even though he came back from what he darkly calls the other clean-up at least somewhat more reconciled to Eiffel's departure. He's not obviously in a bad way, just - holing up, a little bit, like a small animal in the winter, spending his small store of emotional energy mostly on checking in with Justine, or staying weird hours in the Engine room, then curling up in bed playing tap games on his slate, wrapped up in blankets. But the delight of dinner is still too novel to be easily cast aside, so Hakkai can reliably expect him to emerge for it.
He wraps an arm around Hakkai's waist, face tipped up for the kiss, then presses it against Hakkai's chest for a moment.
Hakkai combs his fingers through Jedao's hair with gentle affection, dropping a second kiss on the top of his head as he presses his face into Hakkai's chest. He's been -- sad, himself, but he thinks it's easier for him than for Jedao. Eiffel leaving them hadn't really been a surprise to him. It's just....
He's been staying curled up with Jedao in bed, sometimes, too. Remembering that not everyone will leave.
"I want to ask Gojyo to come with us where we're going," he says softly. "Or to let us pick him up from home to stay with us, if he goes back before we're ready to leave. Would you..."
There's the faintest flaw of insecurity in his tone.
"I don't know how to help," Jedao says after a beat, softly morose, lost. He's supposed to have plans. He had plans for Eiffel, too, but he waited too long to spring them, because he's a coward. Because he'd hoped Hera would come back, and she was a key part of them. Because because because.
"If I'm a dick to him then of course you'd even like someone shitty more than him, because he's worthless, and if I'm nice to him then of course you like me more than him because I'm so perfect -" Jedao's voice drips with black venom, for just the one word, then settles back into soft-sad prediction of Gojyo's reactions, like dead leaves crunching underfoot. "-and he still feels worthless."
It's like bobbing for apples: Jedao can't get a grip on him to pull him along, just keeps pushing him down into the barrel instead.
"I did get him hooked with Edwin a bit, I thought," he adds, just a bit of hope.
As long as Edwin doesn't go with Arthur and John after all. He'd liked Faroe so much. And John's his real family, no matter how many parties Jedao schemes up. He'll hand over the other Yellow in his place, and Jedao will love him just as much, for being even more unwanted, but he won't believe it any more than Gojyo does, and his Edwin will - go be happy, somewhere else. He takes in one sharp breath and holds onto Hakkai tight, trying to shove the whole spiral down.
"Just be yourself," Hakkai says softly. "You don't-- it's not your responsibility to make it work, Jedao. It's mine."
And if Gojyo doesn't want to come with them, Hakkai has to know. He doesn't think he could bear it, if he made that offer at the last minute and Gojyo said sure, I'll visit sometime.
If he says no now, it might break Hakkai's heart a little even so, but... maybe, maybe. Maybe he can be honest and it won't end in rejection, not with Gojyo.
His hand keeps moving, petting Jedao's head lightly. "I know he likes Edwin. And you, even if he's mad about it." And Edwin is theirs: they've adopted him. Surely he'll come along.
Jedao breathes out a soft huff of air, more relief than he wants it to be. It still feels - strange, to be told outright, that anything isn't his responsibility; he resents how much it matters, how good it feels, soft and cool like the mist off the sea, when Sheehan took him to see a lighthouse.
He wants it to be a huff of dubious exasperation, and he shoves as much of that into it as he can, snorting lightly.
"He does not like me, he thinks I'm an impenetrable schemer who is blatantly manipulating him with any available lonely children, which, to be fair, I did," Jedao argues. He slides one hand up under Hakkai's shirt, just - to be closer, to feel warm skin.
"Yes, Hakkai-shei, it's alright," he promises, softer. "Obviously we're going to steal him if we possibly can."
"He's mad that he thinks you're a good person even while being jealous of you," Hakkai corrects, and shifts the hand on Jedao's head to his chin, tilting his head up for a proper kiss.
"Of course. If he wants to be stolen," he says, soft and affectionate and only a little rueful, no matter how terrifying the thought of Gojyo not wanting to be stolen might be. "I think I can convince him. I just... wanted to let you know, that I planned to ask him."
Not because it's Jedao's responsibility to make anything work. It's not, but Hakkai--
Hakkai might want a little reassurance, even so. Goosebumps prickle under Jedao's fingertips, and he huffs a slight laugh, half-ticklish at the delicacy of the touch on his belly.
"How would he know if I'm a good person or not," Jedao mutters, still truculent.
"And if he doesn't want to let you convince him, I'll drag him home by his stupid pretty hair," Jedao grumbles. "I told you, I'm not scared anymore."
Not about that, not over Hakkai, his one solid place to stand. Hakkai, who promised to grow trees with him. "I want you to have him." He's Hakkai's family, as far as Jedao understands the word. He's supposed to be.
"Well, I'm not going to be all loving and noble about it. If he's stupid enough to think he shouldn't be happy with you, I'll. I'll dunk him in his own frog river until until he comes to his senses."
"A what?" Jedao asks, but at least he isn't sulking anymore, because Hakkai is laughing instead of smiling that too-steady sad-brittle smile of if he doesn't.
"Wait, then what did you mean about a frog river?"
Hakkai shakes his head, bewildered - but still more open, not going back to the braced-against-a-future-blow brittle smile he had been wearing.
"A kappa is a fairytale creature. A river spirit. They're supposed to be lecherous and grow water-weeds all around their head, so Goku started calling him that to make up for Gojyo calling him a monkey."
"He made a river in the enclosure one time," Jedao explains, finally standing up and towing Hakkai into the bedroom. "And I tagged along because I'm trying to friend seduce him, and there were frogs, and he taught me how to catch them."
"I think most people call that 'making friends,'" Hakkai teases, allowing himself to be towed along. Friend seducing, indeed.
"That must have been the river by our house," he adds, half to himself. It's a pretty place, but unlike Gojyo, he hadn't grown up near Chang'an. It's not the kind of place he'd go to, when he thinks of home.
"It definitely wouldn't," Hakkai says with immediate certainty, then pauses, blinking down at Jedao.
"How much can you change the way you look, now...?"
He'd assumed it was largely cosmetic - changing his scars, making himself look younger or older - but looking like a woman seems like a more profound shift.
"I think I have to conserve mass and volume? I don't know, I haven't really tried very hard."
He fidgets and looks down, vaguely embarrassed. He's been afraid, really. His identity is a delicate negotiation at the best of times, and he's not sure how much it would fray if he pushed on it. But he thinks -
"You've seen what I am, inside - underneath. Everything else is cosmetic."
Hakkai blinks again, considering that, then chuckles and kisses Jedao, slow and a little teasing.
"Well, you did tell me your species was technically hermaphroditic ages ago, I don't know why the idea of your looking like a woman surprised me. I love who you are no matter what you want to look like."
A brief pause. "But I still think Gojyo would have a hard time with you seducing him as a woman," he adds, with a secret little grin for Jedao before kissing him again.
Jedao gazes back up at him with a soft smile, reaching out a hand to trace his cheekbone, his jaw, his throat, all with light fingertips, just enjoying the shape of him, the permission.
Jedao laughs softly, part rueful at himself, part giggling ticklish delight at the kiss against his hand.
"I don't really mind if he doesn't ever go for me. You know what I'm like." As lecherous as Gojyo, at least, and it's not like he isn't pretty.
"The only thing I was ever - once he was here, the only thing I was jealous of was that he liked dinner." Jedao swallows. "That he could...give you that, appreciate what you wanted to give so much better. And now even that's fine."
"You appreciate a lot of things that I want to give you. He used to leave dinner on the table to get cold, when we were still getting to know each other, and he was out late at the bar or with women," Hakkai murmurs, kissing his way up the inside of Jedao's wrist with gentle care. "I almost left town over it. But it's not... it's not about the food. It's about whether you want and need me, whether I can-- give you as much as you give me, every day. He and I couldn't ever talk about that, really. You and I always have."
For a moment Jedao's mouth turns into a little 'o' of shocked outrage; he imagines grabbing Gojyo by the hair and shaking him like a naughty puppy.
"That's how I caught you, you know," Jedao points out, reaching to grip his hand in Hakkai's hair instead, not to hurt, but to let him feel the pressure, the not letting go. "Being so needy. And he wants to be needed, too. And he knows you have me. That's why he's so upset."
And Hakkai is trying very hard not to need him, to promise Jedao that he'll be okay either way, to be able to do the right thing if Gojyo doesn't want, as if that might be the problem.
"Even if you're set on being noble about it, maybe don't tell him that right away," Jedao advises, dryly.
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He wraps an arm around Hakkai's waist, face tipped up for the kiss, then presses it against Hakkai's chest for a moment.
"Course," he mumbles.
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He's been staying curled up with Jedao in bed, sometimes, too. Remembering that not everyone will leave.
"I want to ask Gojyo to come with us where we're going," he says softly. "Or to let us pick him up from home to stay with us, if he goes back before we're ready to leave. Would you..."
There's the faintest flaw of insecurity in his tone.
"Is that all right?"
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"If I'm a dick to him then of course you'd even like someone shitty more than him, because he's worthless, and if I'm nice to him then of course you like me more than him because I'm so perfect -" Jedao's voice drips with black venom, for just the one word, then settles back into soft-sad prediction of Gojyo's reactions, like dead leaves crunching underfoot. "-and he still feels worthless."
It's like bobbing for apples: Jedao can't get a grip on him to pull him along, just keeps pushing him down into the barrel instead.
"I did get him hooked with Edwin a bit, I thought," he adds, just a bit of hope.
As long as Edwin doesn't go with Arthur and John after all. He'd liked Faroe so much. And John's his real family, no matter how many parties Jedao schemes up. He'll hand over the other Yellow in his place, and Jedao will love him just as much, for being even more unwanted, but he won't believe it any more than Gojyo does, and his Edwin will - go be happy, somewhere else. He takes in one sharp breath and holds onto Hakkai tight, trying to shove the whole spiral down.
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And if Gojyo doesn't want to come with them, Hakkai has to know. He doesn't think he could bear it, if he made that offer at the last minute and Gojyo said sure, I'll visit sometime.
If he says no now, it might break Hakkai's heart a little even so, but... maybe, maybe. Maybe he can be honest and it won't end in rejection, not with Gojyo.
His hand keeps moving, petting Jedao's head lightly. "I know he likes Edwin. And you, even if he's mad about it." And Edwin is theirs: they've adopted him. Surely he'll come along.
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He wants it to be a huff of dubious exasperation, and he shoves as much of that into it as he can, snorting lightly.
"He does not like me, he thinks I'm an impenetrable schemer who is blatantly manipulating him with any available lonely children, which, to be fair, I did," Jedao argues. He slides one hand up under Hakkai's shirt, just - to be closer, to feel warm skin.
"Yes, Hakkai-shei, it's alright," he promises, softer. "Obviously we're going to steal him if we possibly can."
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"Of course. If he wants to be stolen," he says, soft and affectionate and only a little rueful, no matter how terrifying the thought of Gojyo not wanting to be stolen might be. "I think I can convince him. I just... wanted to let you know, that I planned to ask him."
Not because it's Jedao's responsibility to make anything work. It's not, but Hakkai--
Hakkai might want a little reassurance, even so. Goosebumps prickle under Jedao's fingertips, and he huffs a slight laugh, half-ticklish at the delicacy of the touch on his belly.
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"And if he doesn't want to let you convince him, I'll drag him home by his stupid pretty hair," Jedao grumbles. "I told you, I'm not scared anymore."
Not about that, not over Hakkai, his one solid place to stand. Hakkai, who promised to grow trees with him. "I want you to have him." He's Hakkai's family, as far as Jedao understands the word. He's supposed to be.
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"Anyway... I want him to do whatever makes him happy. I know I have you, no matter what happens. I'd like him to come with us, but you're all I need."
His grip on Jedao's shoulder tightens a little. No matter who else they lose-- they have each other. He's Jedao's first, as long as he lives.
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And then drag him home by his stupid pretty hair.
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"I love you so much," he manages breathlessly. "When did he tell you we call him a kappa?"
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Hakkai shakes his head, bewildered - but still more open, not going back to the braced-against-a-future-blow brittle smile he had been wearing.
"A kappa is a fairytale creature. A river spirit. They're supposed to be lecherous and grow water-weeds all around their head, so Goku started calling him that to make up for Gojyo calling him a monkey."
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"That must have been the river by our house," he adds, half to himself. It's a pretty place, but unlike Gojyo, he hadn't grown up near Chang'an. It's not the kind of place he'd go to, when he thinks of home.
The bamboo forest he'd showed Jedao is - closer.
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A thought pops into his head as he pulls Hakkai into bed and he stops short for a moment, lost in pondering it.
"...I could probably choose to look like a girl now. Would it help if I actually seduced him, do you think?"
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"How much can you change the way you look, now...?"
He'd assumed it was largely cosmetic - changing his scars, making himself look younger or older - but looking like a woman seems like a more profound shift.
Is he fully a shapeshifter now?
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He fidgets and looks down, vaguely embarrassed. He's been afraid, really. His identity is a delicate negotiation at the best of times, and he's not sure how much it would fray if he pushed on it. But he thinks -
"You've seen what I am, inside - underneath. Everything else is cosmetic."
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"Well, you did tell me your species was technically hermaphroditic ages ago, I don't know why the idea of your looking like a woman surprised me. I love who you are no matter what you want to look like."
A brief pause. "But I still think Gojyo would have a hard time with you seducing him as a woman," he adds, with a secret little grin for Jedao before kissing him again.
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"I mostly want to top him anyway," he mutters at last, relinquishing the idea.
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"If he's open to the idea," he says, "I call first dibs."
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"That sounds right," he agrees warmly.
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"But," he said lightly, "I do know how to share."
He thinks he might feel a little jealous of both of them, but so long as he doesn't feel as if he specifically is unwanted, that would be all right.
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"I don't really mind if he doesn't ever go for me. You know what I'm like." As lecherous as Gojyo, at least, and it's not like he isn't pretty.
"The only thing I was ever - once he was here, the only thing I was jealous of was that he liked dinner." Jedao swallows. "That he could...give you that, appreciate what you wanted to give so much better. And now even that's fine."
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"That's how I caught you, you know," Jedao points out, reaching to grip his hand in Hakkai's hair instead, not to hurt, but to let him feel the pressure, the not letting go. "Being so needy. And he wants to be needed, too. And he knows you have me. That's why he's so upset."
And Hakkai is trying very hard not to need him, to promise Jedao that he'll be okay either way, to be able to do the right thing if Gojyo doesn't want, as if that might be the problem.
"Even if you're set on being noble about it, maybe don't tell him that right away," Jedao advises, dryly.
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