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I'm sorry! I'm sorry.

[But he does as asked, holding out the one that's still whole.]

Will it, ah, work on that? Like... everything?

Yeah, it doesn't fucking matter. Jesus fucking christ...

[Pulling his hand off like it's nothing... This is the jackass that told him to stop trying to rip his fingers apart, too. Hypocrite. With a grumbling sigh, Mav takes Héctor's hand in his. His face is heating up enough to counteract any chill there might be, ugh this is embarrassing, why does his magic have to work this way... Now to focus on metering it out. Even if he doesn't have to heal anyone again tonight, it's something he should know how to do. Focus, focus, ignore everything else, ignore how fucking stupid this was...

Awkwardly, he lifts Héctor's knuckles to his bitten lips, brushing them against his skin before pulling back with a shaky exhale. His magic isn't flashy or beautiful the way Héctor's was, seeping in without a trace visible on its own. The burned, porous bones will regenerate a bit, though, broken cracks strengthening to support any new added weight of healthier chips that had been charred away. Long-gone pieces are out of his realm, especially with him trying to reign in the surge of magic that was usually spent, but for a while at least, Héctor will also get a brief reprieve from his usual, constant aches.

Maverick drops the hand as he looks away like that will help hide the blush. Here he'd finally wrestled his brain into accepting he was never going to kiss Héc, but there it was... Stupid, humiliating magic.]

Be grateful, I don't fucking go around doing it a bunch, for obvious reasons.

[In his defense, pulling himself apart did hurt at his point. At all. It's more an issue to hold himself together.

He still feels more than a little guilty for spooking Maverick like that but he's exhausted his apologies. At first he thinks that flush is something leftover from that and frustration.

Maverick lifts his hand to his lips. He blinks in surprise. And then, it starts working.

It's visible on the bones of his other arm, the black returning to a faded off-white. But even beyond the relief of the burning, there's a relief going deeper. His eyes briefly close breath shuddering out. His hand is dropped but he still stands there looking dazed.]

Oh...

[He blinks some more, trying to refocus. Then he reaches down, pressing fingers both boney and flesh around the joints of his bad leg. He straightens, taking a step on it without his cane. It doesn't pop loose, or even give way.]

Wow, I... I forget how it felt... that helped a lot...!

[He's got a look of wonder stuck there on his face.]

Thank you, Maverick.

[For a second, he thinks he fucked up somehow, like holding back had left Héctor with burns where Mav couldn't see, but the relief is evident in his movements and expressions. It had worked. More than that, it exceeded expectations. Terrible as the method was, not even mentioning the reason behind the power, it was something he was good at. He helped.

He stuffs his hands in his pockets and shrugs, but any denial of being pleased by this would be a lie.]

Yeah, yeah. I'm amazing. What else is new? [Even if the way he says it is oddly demure for him... But! But!!] Seriously, that good, huh?

That good? I feel great! I could--

[His eyes light up, a grin as bright beneath.]

I'm gonna do a cartwheel.

[It's the only warning before he drops the cane aside completely and proceeds to do just that. He spins onto his palms and back onto his feet like a girl in a schoolyard.]

HAHA! Look at that! Once piece, all held together! You're incredible! You're wonderful! Dios, it's been years...

[Even if it only lasts a while, he can enjoy it for that.]

Maverick, you have a power that every parent dreams of.

[The excitement is infectious, Maverick snickering to himself as he watches Héctor go. Look at that indeed! What a dumbass, but he can't help feeling warm inside and just all around great at the praise. You're wonderful. It's nice. Way, way too nice.

At least the embarrassment knocks him back down a bit.]

Hell... You gotta say it like that? Bad enough I live with this "kiss it better" or fairytale prince bullshit, man...

[He grins sheepishly.]

I'm sorry, you're right. But I think it's cool! I mean, you kind of had me confused there for a second, but it works really well.

[He starts on back to pick up the cane, just holding it for once and not using it.]

Seriously, I owe you one. I don't know what of, but something.

[internal screaming... It’s hard, loving the feeling of being appreciated, but also wanting the one appreciating him to shut the fuck up. This is some really bizarre torture.]

Yeah, right. Pretty sure that was us breaking even, but even if it wasn’t, charging for the service is kinda... Tch. Fuck that. Just take better care of yourself, alright? And don’t go blabbing about this where it doesn’t need to be said.

[That's just life with Héctor.]

Now what the heck would I even blab? Oh yeah, Maverick has a healing kiss that magically made all my bones go back to normal! By the way, I'm super dead!

[He shoots a wry grin.]

Besides, when have I ever spilled anyone else's secrets? But! I'll do my best and make sure your efforts aren't wasted. Promise.

[Life and Undeath.

He tries to maintain a dead glare, but it isn't long before he finds himself smirking.]

Yeah, actually, "Maverick's kisses were so magic they made my bone nice and hard" isn't a story I want out there. I got standards, man.

[...standards that apparently a spying saboteur for some evil dude met, but good guy Héctor doesn't.]

[He makes a face but then, terribly, laughs.]

Wow! You made it worse! It's almost like you're trying to get me divorced!

Yeah, you got it. Now you know the stakes, you keep your mouth shut, Esqueletío.

[Then Maverick laughs, too. They're both terrible.]

Please. You done all that shit and haven't gotten yourself divorced, nothing I do will make a fucking dent. She'll disown us both before that, I think.

Oh yes! Being disowned sounds so much better!

[They'll just ignore how he essentially was.]

Blackmailed by own family! I'm wounded.

[He tuts and shakes his head. And then moves closer to muss Maverick's hair. Take that.]

[Thanks for playing his game, Héc. More laughter splutters out as he ducks out of the way.]

Wow, shamelessly begging for another kiss! [heh, wounded.] I really must be great.

[He smiles warmer with the laughter. He'll let you go this time, kid.]

Ay, save your smooching for your Mamá. You'll oversaturate the market otherwise. The kiss economy will completely collapse.

Ah yes, the kiss economy. Hear it'll be in shambles soon.

[Moving out... Sigh, he'll definitely miss the kisses, not that he wants to admit that here and now. Instead he shrugs as if helpless.]

Easy 'nuff on my end. Try not to pine, though, just enjoy this newfound blessing of health I've given you. Drink your milk and -- wait, no, don't drink your milk, that'll go real fucking bad.

Poor thing, never stood a chance.

[Especially if he gets the chance to catch Imelda later.

He laughs.]

A strict diet of air, tequila, and occasionally very bland tea! I'll be the pinnacle of undead health! Almost alive. And I'll think of you to ease the pining.

Edited 2019-10-08 12:22 (UTC)

[His chances are greatly improved with him getting to ditch the cane for a bit.]

There you go, that'll work. But fuck, dude, cut out the tea and add more tequila. I'd take you out to get some now, but I figure you need to do some work tonight eventually.

[Greatly improved. He's going to surprise Imelda. Mostly by pulling her into a dance and then some.]

I'm not technically supposed to drink on campus, but you make a fine point. Still! Another time! A weekend, perhaps! Or after you move, whichever comes first. Don't forget to tell me where I'm going and what you want, I've got a limited avenue to order anything.

Fuck yesss. We make everyone else do all the fucking work and later on, we wine and dine in peace.

[Way more fun than when he moved into the dorms.]

You know, we can always mooch off the inn's kitchen, if nothing else. Otherwise I've always wanted an excuse to try a pizza with literally everything.

[that he would then spend a lot of time picking pieces off of.]

It's practically diabolical.

[And yet.]

That's what we'll do if I wake late, then. I'll bring extra drinks for the kitchen staff. But either way, everything it is. It will either be the greatest or worst pizza ever made.

It'll fucking be both at the same time, that's the whole fucking point of "everything", my good man.

[he's so ready to drink himself stupid with this other dumbass]

[He, too, is more than prepared for that.]

You're going to make yourself sick. Do you really want to go out the way I did? With your insides declaring war? Your Mamá is not going to be happy if I have to call the ambulance on you.

Nah, but she'll be grateful you bothered. Not everyone would! Besides, even if I'm accidentally copying some loser, it's better than the alternative, isn't it?

[Thinking he'd been murdered, and all... Though oocly, it would be a lovely dichotomy with Héctor.]

Just make sure you tell her I love her, all that shit. We'll be square.

[He brings up a hand in surrender.]

Alright, alright. I can't deny a man his last words. She'll know.

[Even in this morbid joke scenario, he can't help taking that part seriously.]

But I'm warning you; you die, and I'll haunt your ghost. You will never hear the end of it.

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