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@henrybly: @.talkvalentina tried to warn him you’d say this exact sentence

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always great to have your bandmate’s full and undivided attention.

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@henrybly: @officialdiegorodriguez titillating content

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always great to have your bandmate’s full and undivided attention.

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@henrybly: @.popstarpoppy poppy you would have loved the cheesecake

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always great to have your bandmate’s full and undivided attention.

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@henrybly: @ivy.rogers how’s the hockey player?

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always great to have your bandmate’s full and undivided attention.

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@henrybly: new best friend just dropped.

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Had a surprise visit from @camilarod and the kids. Ana and Hen hit it off so now I guess my niece likes him more than me.

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Why all this shit is worth it.

“What?” Henry frowned, blinking curiously at Diego, like he hadn’t heard him right. He stared at the other man through bleary eyes, uncomprehending for a few seconds before he started to process what Diego was telling him. Even when understanding began to dawn on him, he still couldn’t quite believe the words.

Henry knew how much Diego was struggling when it came to his sexuality. He hadn’t quite accepted it yet and although Henry was patient to wait, he had wondered when this thing between them would become too messy. Part of him thought it might have already gone too far, when he realised that Diego not being around had painfully carved out a piece of him that he suddenly thought he might not be able to do without. He’d been bold enough to admit, just to himself, that he missed the other man when he wasn’t around and that was dangerous territory. The terror that had struck him when Diego flew back home to New York had been indescribable. Surely that enough for Henry to know he was totally fucked.

He’d been careful not to say that out loud though, not wanting to scare the other man off. 

But maybe Diego felt the same. He was still struggling, that much was for sure and Henry doubted that Harper’s words had been anything other than a further setback for him. But right now, he wasn’t talking like a man scared of being loved. 

Instead, he was talking calmly. Reassuring Henry. Seemingly intent on stopping Henry from taking back all the parts of him that wanted to curl themselves protectively around Diego until he could safely redistribute them when they were re-labelled as something safe and palatable for a man who didn't want to be cared for by another man. Henry stopped, halting himself as he tried to pull away from Diego.

With their foreheads pressed together and a whisper of a kiss being pressed against his lips through Diego’s own will, Henry hoped the fight would leave him. Eventually, it did. Seeping out of his bones in one fell swoop as he slumped against the other man, a hand reaching up to curl in Diego’s hair, feeling the inky black strands slide through his fingertips, silky and warm and a clear indicator that Diego was here.

“You’re safe,” he mumbled, almost needing the reminder to come from his own mouth. His eyebrows were still furrowed together, but he was quick to hide them by pressing his face into Diego’s shoulder. He felt boneless and floppy and like he was about to have the headache of his life in the morning - the kind his Grand-Mere used to get which led to Maman pressing a finger to her lips to stop them stampeding around the house when she visited. But mostly, he felt safe too.

He leaned into Diego’s warmth, feeling the other man’s arms around him. It was enough to help him relax, just for now.

With each word that Henry uttered, his throat hoarse from the choked-out sobs that racked his body, it became all too clear to Diego just how much he’d fucked up by hopping on that plane. He hadn’t been thinking – not about Henry, not about anybody. He’d just known he was angry and needed to clear his head, to get the fuck out of there and be alone with his thoughts. It hadn’t ever occurred to him that Henry might be afraid. That Diego’s actions could have caused such an outwards spiral was incomprehensible to him and yet there he sat next to the boy he’d grown so fond of, watching as his hands trembled, eyes bloodshot, looking as though he’d just endured the worst few hours of his life. 

Yet even all that concern and fear that Henry had felt in the last twelve hours, it didn’t even begin to touch upon the truth. He’d suffered through far worse than Diego dipping out on him. He’d been through the unimaginable and Diego had forced him to relive it. 

“No, Hen, you can’t think like that,” Diego gasped, eyes blown wide by Henry’s honesty. As awful as what had happened to Stefan was, he couldn’t imagine having to carry the weight of what Henry had just told him. All that guilt must have been eating him up this entire time and Diego had no idea. 

Carding a hand through his hair, Diego felt helpless. Nothing he could say right now would bring Stefan back, and there wasn’t anything he could do to mend that wound for Henry. The only thing he could do was remind Henry that he was there, and he wasn’t going anywhere, that they’d be able to get through whatever shitstorm life threw at them. Maybe it was an empty promise – hell, he’d just hopped on a flight mid-tour over the slightest inconvenience – but he wasn’t so desperately for it true. He wanted to see this through with him. 

“Whatever Stefan was dealing with... Whatever shit’s going on in my head? That’s not you, babe. That’s the rest of them, the rest of this stupid, shitty world...” he shook his head, edging closer to the other boy on the sofa. He pressed his hand to Henry’s shoulder, squeezing gently in some dumb, misguided attempt to offer sympathy. He had no idea what to do with his hands, no clue what the right thing to say was. All he wanted was to offer him the comfort he needed, to prove to him that he wasn’t alone and that none of this was his fault. “You’re my number one fucking reason why all this shit is worth it, you hear me?” 

He could see Henry working to protest, a look of indignation settling onto his features as he shook his head, muttered Diego’s name in protest. But he meant what he said, and he’d spend the rest of his pathetic life trying to prove it to him if he had to. He wasn’t always brave, nor was he always honest with himself or the people he loved, but Henry Bly was the surest thing in his life. 

For the briefest moment, he thought he’d gotten through to him. Before he knew it, Henry’s mouth was against his, the taste of him that Diego had grown so used to mingled with damp, salty tears. He moved in to press a hand to the other man’s waist as he parted his lips, desperate and ready to accept the other man’s affection, to let him seek comfort in whatever way he needed it right now. But then Henry was pushing him away, features screwed up in frustration as he apologised repeatedly. 

“Hen, no, c’mon. It’s okay, honey. It’s alright,” he reassured him, free hand moving to cup the nape of his neck.  

His fingers tickled his skin, thumb gently tracing his jawline as he dipped his head carefully, pressing their foreheads together. He held him there, firm and unwavering as he pressed a gentle, chaste kiss to the corner of Henry’s mouth, a reminder that he was there and that everything was okay. That he still wanted him more desperately than either of them could begin to imagine. 

“I’m safe, okay? We’re safe. And you’re gonna stop apologising and you’re gonna let me hold you for the rest of the night, alright? I won’t hear any arguments, baby,” he whispered, gently scolding him. 

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@henrybly: val and i are en route 😘

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Did somebody say date night with Dante? 😍😍😍😍

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@henrybly: moment of silence for the other thirty five that didn’t make the cut.

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POV: I’m on a cute coffee date with your favorite tennis player and he’s standing very patiently, camera in hand, taking thirty six individual Instagrammable photos of me and waiting while I approve each one.

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alexa play honey, honey.

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@henrybly: can he meet honey?

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Mum thought I needed a dog. She just adopted him. His name is Hendrix.

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TEXTING: VALENTINA Henry: you never know. maybe elodie is what he needs. Henry: besides she's tough. she's no stranger to danger either.

TEXTING: HENRY Valentina: He's absolutely gorgeous and I wouldn't trade him for the world. Valentina: But I don't think he's especially emotionally available, do you? Valentina: Besides, he's... got a taste for danger, shall we say?

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TEXTING: VALENTINA Henry: is that so bad? it's charlie. he wouldn't hurt a fly.

TEXTING: HENRY Valentina: Possibly? Valentina: It could be nothing. But she seems... fond, shall we say?

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TEXTING: VALENTINA Henry: you think el is into charlie?

TEXTING: HENRY Valentina: Charlie? Valentina: With all the love in the world, he's an absolute dote and I adore the socks off of him. Valentina: Not entirely sure he's the best influence on Elodie, though.

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TEXTING: VALENTINA Henry: meaning?

TEXTING: HENRY Valentina: That's the one. Valentina: She seems sweet enough. Though her taste in men leaves a lot to be desired. Not that you can say much on that front.

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TEXTING: VALENTINA Henry: yeah. Henry: elodie? i'm trying to get her to open her eyes.

TEXTING: HENRY Valentina: About his sexuality? Valentina: That is true! I'll give you that. Although, Teddy's little cousin seems fond of him. Olly, too.

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TEXTING: VALENTINA Henry: poppy doesn't seem to think so. but he made a few comments to d where other people could see so i'm never going to like the guy. Henry: would be shocked if he did but only because that meant he'd managed to charm poppy and some other poor girl.

TEXTING: HENRY Valentina: Noted. Valentina: Is he as vile as he seems from afar? Maybe she sees a side of him we don't know about. Valentina: He's not got a secret wife and kids somewhere, has he?