[Without saying it, he knew the way he squeezes him tight would speak for itself. Then don't say it. Just show me, as he'd often ask—and Emet-Selch had grown skilled at demonstrating his love in expressions and words, actions and sentiment. He did plenty of it in their day-to-day, even when Emet-Selch had once claimed that surely, whatever he had left of himself to spare would not be pleasant.
Mettaton breathes him in and imagines his scent. He misses that, but he imagines it. (If he shapeshifted a rabbits nose, would he be capable of smelling with it...?)
He knew Emet-Selch would resist being thanked. It was in his nature, but Mettaton still wanted him to know of his gratitude. He was always helpful, even when he attempted to skirt the consequence of his actions (that is, the action of "being considerate and helpful", with the consequence being "gratitude and praise"). Mettaton hums close to his ear and squeezes him, rocking slightly with his husband held tight.]
What a horrible outcome... that required just a bit more patience. [He sighs. They had thoughts on patience, the two of them. He rubs at Emet-Selch's back some more, his hold growing more expansive around Emet-Selch's body, steady and strong.] But I'm feeling as if I've just been slipped into a well-oiled, calibrated, and freshly-made body, thanks to you. And you didn't even have to use your healing powers on me!
[The healing powers Emet-Selch had been assigned... Mettaton hadn't gotten a perfect look at the Ascian's face, but he hoped he's tried to practice it in the meantime. If not, though, he couldn't blame him.]
It did heal me. You healed me, with your deepest wish... And the Crystal even brought you to me. So... I think we can put any distrust aside, darling. We were taken to this world for some reason. And if we wrack up some kind of cosmic debt, why, we'll simply pay it off. It's the trade for continuing to live as brilliantly as we can together!
[At that, he sighs, laying his head against Emet-Selch's. He pulls back just enough so that he can meet eyes.]
I longed for you, darling... I longed for you while you were gone, and while you recovered. I even dreamed of you... But now, I have you in my arms. [He bows his head, matching their foreheads.] How have you been faring, Hades?
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Mettaton breathes him in and imagines his scent. He misses that, but he imagines it. (If he shapeshifted a rabbits nose, would he be capable of smelling with it...?)
He knew Emet-Selch would resist being thanked. It was in his nature, but Mettaton still wanted him to know of his gratitude. He was always helpful, even when he attempted to skirt the consequence of his actions (that is, the action of "being considerate and helpful", with the consequence being "gratitude and praise"). Mettaton hums close to his ear and squeezes him, rocking slightly with his husband held tight.]
What a horrible outcome... that required just a bit more patience. [He sighs. They had thoughts on patience, the two of them. He rubs at Emet-Selch's back some more, his hold growing more expansive around Emet-Selch's body, steady and strong.] But I'm feeling as if I've just been slipped into a well-oiled, calibrated, and freshly-made body, thanks to you. And you didn't even have to use your healing powers on me!
[The healing powers Emet-Selch had been assigned... Mettaton hadn't gotten a perfect look at the Ascian's face, but he hoped he's tried to practice it in the meantime. If not, though, he couldn't blame him.]
It did heal me. You healed me, with your deepest wish... And the Crystal even brought you to me. So... I think we can put any distrust aside, darling. We were taken to this world for some reason. And if we wrack up some kind of cosmic debt, why, we'll simply pay it off. It's the trade for continuing to live as brilliantly as we can together!
[At that, he sighs, laying his head against Emet-Selch's. He pulls back just enough so that he can meet eyes.]
I longed for you, darling... I longed for you while you were gone, and while you recovered. I even dreamed of you... But now, I have you in my arms. [He bows his head, matching their foreheads.] How have you been faring, Hades?