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Guaxinim watched as the colors of the sky change from navy to ombré to peach through the window of Pac's house, legs crossed and sat on the other's bed, the sun finally peeking over the horizon just enough for it to be considered technically morning.
If this was the only way to see him, for however long it may be, then damn it he would make it count.
The thin clouds from the night before were just beginning to clear, the rose gold sky truly beginning to show, when the first line of saline trailed his face.
He wiped under his eyes time and time again, but to no avail, only succeeded in making the ends of ocean blue fabric that normally just about completely covered Pac's hands but sat at Guaxi's wrist level wetter.
His eyes stung as the beginning to slow but still oncoming tears hung onto his waterlines, the skin under them starting to become raw, when there were small but noticeable footsteps on the other side of the house.
And then there was the sound of someone struggling to turn the doorknob, and as it turns out, the reason was because they had to stand on tiptoes to open it, and in walked a boy with black shorts, a light blue tee shirt, and a just slightly too big light blue hat.
"Oh. Oi, Milo."
The boy waved, small and shy, dry cheeks but his eyes were slightly too red.
And what else was Guaxi to do besides open his arms lightly in invitation?
He ran across the room and to the bed and practically barreled into the adult, hopping up the side and tucking himself into Guaxinim's chest, Pac's hoodie getting even wetter again and still as he wrapped his arms around him.
"I know, I know."
Guaxi wrapped his arms tighter around the boy, hushing gently into Milo's dusty brown hair, hat now discarded, tears running down his own face once more.
"Pai."
A barely audible voice suddenly spoke up from somewhere in Guaxi's collarbone after some amount of time he didn't care to figure out.
"Eu sei, mininim, eu também sinto falta dele."
Milo gently shook his head, tapping the older's chest where his fist was still holding the blue and yellow fabric, looking up with barely dryer eyes.
"No?"
"Você também Pai."
Oh, and if that wasn't, oh.
"Posso ser isso para você, se você quiser, é claro, filho."
He felt a very small, very sleepy, nod into his chest.
Guaxinim shifted to unfold his legs, keeping the boy against his body, and adjusted them both to lay down.
Milo with stains of once there tears on his cheekbones and almost completely asleep laying across the adult's torso.
Closing his own not yet dry eyes and falling into an uneasy sleep as the sun shifted to dandelion.