#19.3 Unravel
It had been some time since Agni felt this nervous. Not even talking with Jinsung Ha recently had made him feel like this. He fiddled with the mask on his hand as he waited for Grace to come back. He had thought hard on how to deliver the news, but he knew that no matter how he phrased it, Grace would be upset. Velt nuzzled under his palm and Agni gave her a few pats, before deciding that she would be better inside her bowl in his lighthouse, just in case the shinsu acted up around Grace after he received the news.
Grace came back wearing the comfiest shirt and shorts Agni knew Grace liked to wear on lazy days. He joined him on the floor, and they ate dinner together. Agni always finished last, so while waiting for him to finish his meal, Grace told him about his day with Bam. Grace was intrigued by how much his way of thinking had changed, and how glad he was to be able to be by Bam's side when he was having a bad day. It reminded Agni of the hidden floor, when Grace faced his sworn enemy.
They left the used bowls on the coffee table and went to brush their teeth. Afterwards, they turned off the light and went upstairs to sit on their bed. Grace's curious gaze never left him, and Agni curled his feet nervously.
Grace was the one who broke the silence. "So…what is it?"
Agni's breath hitched. This was the part he dreaded most. "I talked with the crocodile earlier. Did you know that he could manipulate stone already?"
"Huh." Grace needed a few seconds to let the information sink in. "Didn't Rak learn it on the Hell train? How does he know it?"
"Turns out our crocodile also traveled back to the past like us. He found the young crocodile and taught him."
"What?!" Grace gasped, wide eyed. "That means our Rak is–!!"
"He's dead." Agni quickly snuffed out that hope. They had been in delusion for long enough; it was time that they faced the bitter truth. "He suffered a fatal injury from the explosion. He couldn't have lasted long without proper help." Agni omitted the actual cause for Rak's death, but still kept his words true. "I'm sorry."
"…Oh." Grace looked lost, just like Agni was. His lips parted a little, but they closed before any sound escaped.
Agni gently squeezed Grace's hand, encouraging and comforting as he let the silence stretch on, giving Grace some time to process the information.
"Agni…" Grace whispered, "do you think Hatz and Isu…?"
Agni bit his lip and avoided his gaze, as the nightmare of that day replayed in his mind. He witnessed Hatz get his arms ripped off when trying to protect him. He could still recall the clang of a sword hitting the floor, and Hatz's suppressed scream that gnawed deep at his guilt. He witnessed Isu get beheaded after being taken hostage, the memory of warm blood painting them both still vivid like it happened yesterday.
Agni refused to acknowledge their possible deaths, because it felt like a nightmare that one day he could hopefully wake up from. He avoided the topic when Grace brought it up, so he wouldn't have to say it aloud and make it real. He had been so hard on himself, because he couldn't get rid of the feeling that he had failed Grace and everyone else involved.
Agni knew this had to change if he wanted to live better, now that they had gotten a second chance. So he swallowed down the lump in his throat that had built up over the years and asked mostly to himself; "What are the odds of their survival?"
"There's always a chance–"
"Grace." Agni looked him straight in the eye. "They were already severely injured before the explosion hit."
Grace fell silent and went still.
Agni felt a pang of guilt upon witnessing Grace's reaction. "Sorry. I didn't mean to snap." Agni fiddled with his hands. He realized that he didn't know how much Grace knew of what happened. "My scar…do you know how I got it?"
"I…was told it was from the family heads' battle." Grace looked thoughtful. Agni knew he was trying to be careful with his words. "A stray attack?"
"It could have been worse." The memory of the scorching heat on his skin felt like it had only happened yesterday. He passed out right when he was about to heal Isu, and only found out later that he also lost sweetfish at that time. The days he spent recovering from the burn, to withstand the excruciating pain every second he was conscious, and finally coming to terms that it'd be a permanent scar, was one of the turning points that had changed him forever. Were Grace not there to care for him, he might have ended up destroying himself even more.
Agni hadn't realized he had his left hand clawing on his cheek until Grace pried his hand off and frowned, "You're doing it again."
"Maybe I should wear the mask…" Agni muttered to himself. After all, Grace gave it to him less so he could hide the scar but more to prevent him from unconsciously hurting himself. The only time he could safely take it off was when Grace was around.
Agni bit his lip nervously when Grace didn't reply. He no longer had the courage to look Grace in the eye that spoke so much concern, so he leaned close and rested his head on Grace's chest. "Rak, Isu, Hatz and Hwaryun were trying to get me out of that damned place. But we were caught while escaping, and…it was a bloodbath. I was…too occupied to react to the incoming heat. Rak shielded us from the explosion. And when I woke up…"
"They weren’t with you," Grace finished it for him after Agni trailed off a moment too long.
Agni nodded dazedly, "I've been telling myself that they're still alive, after a blow that could kill rankers. But…who am I kidding? I was lucky enough to survive with just this little–" Agni vaguely pointed to himself– "inconvenience."
Agni felt a hand gripping his arm, and he pulled away to see Grace looking at him with a pained expression. His eyes were glossy and his lips were pulled into a thin line. Trusting his instinct, Agni reached out to gently trace and cup Grace's cheek with his free hand.
"I'm sorry," Agni muttered. "I'm sorry, for not telling you sooner."
Agni silently witnessed tears that streamed down on his love's face. It was a bitter sight that Agni wished he'd never have to see again, that he had tried to avoid for so long by not telling him. He pulled Grace in and held him close to his chest, as if Agni was trying to gather his own crumbled heart back together.
Grace mumbled their late best friends' names as he held onto him tighter, shaking from each breath he took between sniffles.
Agni felt his own eyes sting with unshed tears. He remembered the years he spent climbing the tower together with his old team. Despite their banter being his source of headaches, Agni knew he too had come to acknowledge them as his cherished friends. Only when they were gone did Agni realize how much he'd miss having them around. Seeing the younger them didn't exactly close the gaping hole in his heart, but at least the emptiness was more filled.
Agni squeezed Grace tighter. "We have their younger selves with us now. We will protect them better this time."
Grace only nodded and sank further into his embrace. And Agni planted kisses on his hair, relishing the thought that after everything he had gone through, Grace was still a constant in his life. As long as he had him, everything would be okay.
When Grace started shaking again, Agni caressed his hair and hummed a comfort song they had known by heart. Still, it didn't make falling asleep any easier for Agni, especially not after admitting that his nightmare was very much real. However, as he had been through grief…this, too, would pass.
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Honestly? Did I want more from DTAMHD? Yes, I did. I wanted something signifying actual progression for Dennis' character (even just a crumb of genuine growth) , and I sincerely don't think we got that. However... we did get a fascinating insight into the process of his mind. Dennis' level of self-denial is so ironic and profound. He can't acknowledge the inevitability that he's middle-aged.
(I swear this episode honestly has given me an alt hc, that the show is based in his mind; because logistically, a man of his lifestyle and malnourishment could not commit the feats he is constantly sailing through. TGGB & DTAMHD... back-to-back? What happened to his hand? Did he even sprain it? Or is he just the most dramatic brat in the gang - clearly the latter.)
It is important to note that he didn’t fix the actual problem. He momentarily masked the symptoms, but ignore long-term help with blood pressure medicine is not going to fix the issue, nor is it going to protect him from fucking keeling over in a stressful situation (when he's not in a contained and quiet Doctor's exam room) and his blood pressure spikes.
I'm honestly a little jaded at this point (16 Fucking Seasons of crumbs, y'all), but if one were to continue 'trusting the structure' this episode conveyed a lot.
The B Plot: The pressure cooker. The metaphor parallels the building pressure Dennis quick-tempered bouts of rage. So, to toss out a little 'cat-in-the-wall' conjecture here: The pressure cooker is Dennis, but we all saw him eat that bloody diamond in the end and we all heard Mac's speech about coal turning into diamonds under massive pressure. Dennis' experience is a theory of pressure, he daydreams it all in the span of a minute or so. He's roleplaying with hypothetical obstacles. There's no risk. Maybe Dennis, isn't the pressure cooker, but the coal.
If I were to try and take anything hopeful out of this episode, it would be the way the narrative is showing us that this episode acknowledged that Dennis isn't ready yet. It's not his turn to break. It's going to take real, substantial pressure to get that diamond.
It was a hell of a misdirect (and honestly a little bit of a slap in the face), but if these characters live in the real world, where people are bound by the laws of mortality, then Dennis should have his time.
Genuinely, who fucking knows?
I'm not hating on the episode. We all know this is the trashy dick joke sitcom. I just thought that if Mac & Charlie could have moments of genuine heartbreak, culminating in deep catharsis, that maybe Dennis could have that too.... but no.
Can't wait to see the sunny dudebros miss the point & proclaim Dennis Reynolds - SA victim, traumatized individual with an emotionally tumultuous personality disorder - the new Andrew Tate.
I'm sorry, but yeah. I'm a little miffed. It was all a dream, and everything goes Dennis' way. Y'all I'm fucking tired. This was a great episode for Glenn, but a fucking frustrating episode for Dennis. I may have wanted a little macden, but all I cared about was seeing Dennis face the limitations of his mortality, to see that he's failing his body and his brain. He didn't have to actually take the medicine (I wouldn't expect him to), but Goddammit, everything seems to work out in his delusional favor. So, of course he's going to continue being delusional, and probably only change for the worse.
I'll say it: I wanted a broken Dennis, and we did not get that. He didn't even crack, the unbearble and apparently now canonical Golden God. That episode's title was intended to tease sunnyblr.
Excuse the plethora of tags. I just kept getting more irritated.
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For the thenamesh bodyguard AU.
Thena is invited to an very important event with other artist and decides to take her bodyguard Gil as her plus one. Both of them looking absolutely stunning (you can make matching colors or something). 2 Guys are flirting with er shamelessly and making her quite uncomfortable. Gil is protecting her and keeps her close. Sweet and soft moments between them!
Would be awesome:)
"Athena, who are you with tonight?"
Thena ignored the various questions screamed at her - and the rest of those on the red carpet - by the crowd of spectators and reporters. She held the skirt of her dress in one hand with the other looped so she could hold onto the inside of Gil's elbow.
Gil was looking everywhere, eyeing people passing by them, taking careful steps, frowning despite the incessant shouts for him to smile. He wasn't used to attending these things as a guest and not specifically as security.
But Thena had asked him to escort her as her date instead of as her bodyguard, and how could he say no to that? They both knew he wasn't going to.
"Athena, you previously said you didn't see the need for dates to events!--are you recanting that statement?"
"Athena, why the switch from bodyguard to plus-one?"
"Athena, are you officially on the market?"
Gil rolled his eyes at the questions. He didn't have to pretend to be pleasant with the paparazzi. He didn't have a professional reputation to uphold.
Thena laughed beside him, leaning her head down so her lips wouldn't get read by the crowd. "You would think that you attending with me would mean I'm not available."
"You'd think," Gil huffed, moving his arm to wrap around her side as the red carpet came to halt. Too many in front of them were stopping for pictures, forcing everyone behind them to do so as well.
Thena posed in the ways she had been taught, angling herself, tilting her head up, holding her hand flat to show off the jewellery that had been chosen for her. But she wasn't looking at the cameras.
Gil looked over, catching her looking at him. He chuckled, "what?"
"Nothing," she denied, not that it did anything to convince him. She joined him in the light laughter, "you look good."
Gil tugged at the fancy white suit that had been picked for him to match Thena's flowing white gown. "Kingo knows what he's doing, I'll give him that."
Thena looked around them, although it would look like she was looking at maybe a few of the cameras snapping at them. "I see a certain someone isn't in attendance."
"His official reason is that he's touring," Gil muttered to her. "Although...part of our agreement with his management may have been...that he's not allowed within a certain distance of you unless it's for a contracted appearance."
Thena shook her head, though, raising her brows at him. "I think he's just nervous about facing you for the first time since you gave him a proper thrashing."
"As he should be," Gil shrugged. If that sleazy head of hair felt wary of him then he was happy to let him, so long as it meant that he would give Thena some space.
"Athena!"
Gil felt immediately how Thena pressed closer to him. His hold on her tightened reflexively, as if by instinct. He recognised the two coming towards them as entertainment reporters. One of them was fine, but the other could be a little...forward.
"Athena, you look stunning, as always. And who is this with you?"
"This is Gil," she introduced simply, but with a dazzling smile. Gil was all she needed to say--no addendum or descriptions necessary.
"Now this," the forward one gasped, grinning at them both, "is a man's man. Is he here as security?--and can I borrow him for myself?"
Gil remained blank faced through the polite - painfully fake - laughter at the terrible joke.
But Thena ran her hand down the front of his suit jacket lapel, even dipping her fingers inside of it. "I'm afraid not, boys. Gil is mine quite literally, tonight."
"And on that note," Gil finally spoke up, fishing her hand out of his jacket from his chest, just to pull it up to his lips. "We should keep it moving."
The reporters were left in the lurch, looking at each other at the abandonment of their interview with one of the biggest names present that night.
Gil didn't care that he was interrupting them. He looked at Thena as he guided them along, "you didn't want to talk to them anyway, did you?"
"How could you tell?" she purred, letting out a velvety laugh as he guided her by the waist into the safety of the theatre and away from the buzzards and their cameras and microphones. "See?--I told you there could be no one better to bring with me tonight."
Gil undid his suit jacket now that they were no long being photographed incessantly. He felt like he could breathe again.
Thena's eyes dashed down as he undid a few shirt buttons, too. He really didn't like having to wear anything too tight around his neck.
"I just know you the best," he smiled at her. He held out his arm again, but Thena moved around it, settling herself against his side. And who was he to argue with the Goddess Athena and what she wanted?
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