By the time Steven awoke in the lone surviving armchair in his dorm room, night had fallen. The room was dark, save for the soft moonlight that filtered in through the patio doors. Slowly, he sat upright and groped in the dark for the nearby table lamp. He found the switch and squinted as the room was bathed in light.
His suit jacket, waistcoat, and cravat were draped over the bar counter, and his shoes sat on the floor nearby. In the corner of the room was a pile of broken furniture pieces, brushed aside but not truly tidied up. It was then that he realized the granola bar and folded piece of paper sitting on the end table next to him, and he took stock of how he'd ended up back here.
He could hazily remember walking back to the dorms, stopping briefly at the store, then fumbling for his room key, then... he wasn't really sure after that, but Odette had been there--
Gods, she'd been here. She saw the state of his room, the aftermath of Aggron's handiwork... His eyes darted back to the end table and he snatched up the note:
Hey Steven.
Sorry in advance for my shitty handwriting. You were kind of out of it so Odile and I walked you back to your room. It was a mess so I kind of pushed everything aside for you—sorry if I made it worse, didn’t want anybody to trip. I left you a granola bar and a water bottle so you have something to eat. It’s pecha flavored; hope you can stomach that.
Meant to tell you earlier because it didn’t seem like you knew, they found a bunch of psychic, normal, and ghost type residue. Also more grey flakes that smelled…berry-like. And chemical-like. Said something about “Orb shaped” moves based on the markings left behind.
Anyway, eat the damn granola bar and take a shower. You’re all sweaty.
-Odette
Steven raised an eyebrow as he finished reading, looking at the table and then back at the note before grabbing the granola bar and opening it up. Pecha was fine, a bit sweet for his tastes, but the sad sound his stomach made from the first food it'd had in over 24 hours told him this was not the time to be picky. As he chewed, he pinched at his shirt and gave a curious sniff. Okay yeah, he was gross. Gods, he couldn't believe Odette had to deal with him like this. He owed her dinner or something as the barest minimum of an apology.
Speaking of dinner, the granola bar was gone in an instant and he was still hungry. But he couldn't find the strength to do more than deflate into the armchair, empty wrapper dangling in one hand, Odette's note in the other. What a fucking mess he was. What a mess
this was. His gaze floated over to where his suitcase sat next to the wardrobe. He'd gone away with the promise to Wallace that he'd enjoy this vacation, take time to relax and destress...
Look how
that turned out.
First people started disappearing. Then
he almost disappeared. Then Aggron left--
Steven bolted out of the chair, his feet almost sliding out from under him as his socks met the stone floor. Odette's note fluttered to the floor, forgotten. He scanned the room again in a panic, confirming that he hadn't missed a seven foot tall mound of steel plate armor in the room.
No, he didn't, Aggron wasn't here. His heart was in his throat as he snatched up his suit jacket, jammed his feet in his shoes, and ran to the door. His head swam and his whole body protested, but he couldn't just sit around when his partner was still missing. What was he
doing? What was he
thinking?
His hand was on the knob when the sound of a door opening behind him made him freeze. A sleepy huff followed it, punctuated by heavy footfalls, and slowly he turned around.
His partner stood in the patio doorway, staring at him with an expression like he hadn't seen Steven in literal years. The light from the table lamp cast Aggron in a golden glow, while the moonlight behind him rimmed his helm in mercurial silver. He was here. He was
here and he was
okay.
Steven's jacket slipped from his hand and crumpled on the floor. "Aggron," he choked out in a raspy whisper. That was all his voice was going to allow at this point.
Aggron inclined his head ever so slightly toward Steven and gave a meek rumble. His tail swished sheepishly across the floor.
Hi. Sorry.
"How--" Steven swallowed, taking a few hesitant steps toward his partner. "How are you doing?" he asked, throat suddenly dry.
Gods, what a stupid thing to say. He barely gave his partner time to respond before he screwed his eyes shut and launched into his own apology.
"Aggron, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have--
oof!"
He was cut off by a sudden full-body impact, but it didn't hurt...? Steven blinked as he felt a strong pressure wrap around him, and a soft rumble permeated up through his whole body. It took a second to register what had happened. Shakily, he reached up and hugged Aggron back as best he could from beneath his partner's all-encompassing embrace.
"I missed you too," he choked out. And just like that, the weight of the day hit him all at once; the shock, the fear, the anguish, the
everything, and he sagged completely in Aggron's arms.
Aggron gave a startled noise at the way Steven suddenly went limp, but when he felt his trainer's hands grab on to the edge of his armor and hang on for dear life, he relaxed and tucked his chin low until it rested atop Steven's head. And then he rumbled. Rumbled deep and low so that Steven could feel it, truly
know what he was saying without any words necessary. How sorry he was for his behavior, how much he cared, how
grateful he was to be a part of Steven's life, and to have Steven be a part of his. It ebbed and flowed like waves against a beach, rose and fell with each new sentiment. And when he felt Steven's fingers curl tighter against his hide, he knew he'd gotten his message across.
They stayed that way for a bit, until Aggron felt Steven say something. He couldn't hear well, considering his trainer's face was buried against his chest plate, but he could feel the rumble of Steven's voice all the same (albeit in that soft, barely-there, kind of rumble humans made.) Aggron released his hold and let Steven pull back to look up at him with eyes that looked extra shiny in the dim light.
"Thank you," he repeated, now that Aggron could hear him, voice thick with emotion. "Thank you for giving me another chance."
Aggron shook his head and leaned down, gently nudging Steven's cheek with his own.
Don't be silly.
Steven gave a quiet laugh, rubbing at one eye, then the other with the heel of his hand. "I guess you're right," he said, studying his muddy reflection in Aggron's armor. He reached up and wiped at the smudge he'd left from where his cheek made contact. "I'm probably on my fiftieth chance by now."
Aggron huffed and rolled his eyes, turning his head as Steven's hand moved further up his jaw to brush away some sand and grime.
"Wait," Steven's eyes narrowed as he noticed more marks on his partner's armor. "Is that a burn mark? And why do you smell like the ocean?"
Aggron's growl held an innocent lilt to it, and he stood up to his full height with a shake of his head.
Not important. Not right now.
Steven was about to protest when his stomach gave a growl of its own. He looked down, sheepish, and Aggron gave a satisfied smirk. The big steel type lumbered over to the room's mini fridge and pried it open, digging out the leftover containers of takeout from their brunch with Hayes.
All of Steven's worry was forgotten at the sight of the food, and he smiled as his partner laid the spread out on the bar counter. Gratefully, he tucked into the closest container, cold. Aggron sniffed a couple of the containers, but didn't find any veggie dishes, so he sat back, content to watch Steven finally eat a decent enough meal.
As his trainer ate, something caught Aggron's attention and he wandered over to the nearby table and chair. Leaning down, he plucked Odette's letter from the ground and brought it back to the bar. He set it down next to Steven, who looked up with his chopsticks full of noodles.
"Right, I suppose I have a lot to tell you from today," said Steven between bites. "But that's for tomorrow, I think." He set down his chopsticks and rested a hand on Aggron's snout. The steel warmed quickly under his touch. "Food. Shower. Then bed. How's that sound?"
Aggron nodded in agreement. Tomorrow. For now, all that mattered was they had food, they had a bed, and they had each other. They'd deal with tomorrow when it came. Together.