“So, you and me, huh?” Impulse had probably said it about five times now since they’d figured it out, and yet still it was a surprise.
“Looks like it. Ain’t that something?” Bdubs chuckled, moving some things into the chest next to the bed.
“But like, what happened to your face, man?” Impulse ran a hand over his chin in sympathy.
“Dunno. Past scars maybe. You know how it is with such things.” Bdubs looked wrecked. He’d come into this world with a black eye and scrapes. It looked painful, honestly.
Impulse hummed. “Well, let’s see what we can do about that, shall we?” He rummaged into his pockets and pulled out a first aid kit (because of course he had a first aid kit).
“Impy, we have wheat to grow and a house to build and-”
“And it can wait one day.” Impulse took Bdubs by the hand and brought him to his bed. Their bed. “We may not have all the time in the world, but I’ll always make the time for you. Now sit down so I can clean you up.”
Bdubs sat, grumbling and mumbling with a small smile on his face. “What, you don’t think I’m the prettiest guy around already?”
Impulse rolled his eyes, putting some wound healing substance on a clean cloth. “Yes, you’re so pretty, but if these don’t get cleaned soon you’ll be an infected pretty guy.” He sat on the bed next to Bdubs and ever so gently began dabbing the cloth to his wounds.
“Hey, I mean if it’s you and me against the world, a bit of scruff and infection might send people running away!” Bdubs tapped his head. “Big brain moves here.”
“Well, I mean, hopefully it won’t end up as extreme as us against the world.” Impulse smiled at Bdubs. “There’s still hope. If everyone is smart and rational, we can all have our own paradises. And plus, I don’t want to sleep next to a man with goo coming out of his face.” He set the cloth aside, and stuck a few bandaids on the more exposed areas of his face. “There we go. Perfect. Just like your redstone.”
Bdubs put a hand to Impulse’s face. There was a deep sadness in those big eyes, and maybe a bit of desperation too. “I hope your whimsical thoughts of paradise come true, I really do. But we can’t afford to be so blind, and I know you know that.”
“Well, for now, we can just be us, and not worry about all that.” Impulse’s smile wobbled for just a second. “I got you, Bdubs. Forever.”
“Forever.”
Perhaps he was being too crass, too on edge. Perhaps he should follow in his soulmate’s big footsteps and just smile at how lovely it was right now. But Bdubs knew the past, knew just how bad it could get. And yes, it was beautiful right now, but something dark had a hold on his soul, and wasn’t about to let go.
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