this is set a few months after the previous chapter. Things have been... awkward, to say the least. Lav had stopped talking to Feather after the panic attack, leaving Feather alone with the thoughts of what the two of them had done a few hours before that caused it, which only ended up making his already bad social anxiety worse. He was currently sitting on the couch in the common room, his arm draped over the back of the cushion, causally scrolling on his phone. He looked up as the door opened, his amber eyes narrowing just slightly as they met those familiar lavender ones. Lav froze up for a moment before he looked down, avoiding eye contact, mumbling a quick "sorry" before shuffling out of the room. Feather scoffed and shook his head, turning his attention back to his phone. He had yet to delete Searchlight's contact information from his phone. He stared at their profile picture -- a photo of Feather and them sharing a quick kiss on the bridge that overlooked the flow of lava that Lav had taken without either of them realizing -- knowing that he would have to do it sooner or later. But that stupid picture held so many precious memories for him. That same day, Searchlight had just gotten top surgery and wanted to go out after the hospital discharged them, so Feather had reluctantly taken them for a short walk, then had driven them home. It was actually a really nice afternoon. Searchlight had a great time, able to go out for the first time in almost a week, and Feather was hesitant, but took them around town anyways. It ended up being a great time. He wished they would just... come back. That it was all a sick joke, and they were really okay. But... they were gone. There's nothing he could do to change that, unless there was some miracle worker who could take their five month old corpse and reanimate them. Yeah, like that could happen. He spaced out, staring at his phone until someone tapped his shoulder. He jolted, his gaze snapping up to meet Tori's concerned eyes. "Hey," she said, her voice somehow remaining soft, "you alright?" "Not really, but yeah," Feather mumbled in response. Tori laughed softly, tilting her head. "Yeah, that sounds about right," she whispered, sitting down beside him, though she remained a respectful distance. Something inside Feather made his stomach churn with anxiety. Tori didn't know about Lav's situationship with him. About what they had done together, then just stopped talking to each other. "Can I... talk to you about something?" Feather asked softly, fidgeting with his hands and desperately avoiding eye contact. "Of course," Tori said, wrapping a comforting arm around his shoulders, "you know you can talk to me about anything." "Y-Yeah, I know. It's just... hard to talk about." "Is it about Light?" "No." "What happened, then?" "Uhm... me and Lav... did something we shouldn't have." "What is it?" Feather fell silent for a moment, subconsciously leaning into Tori's touch. "I think I used Lav as a rebound the night Searchlight died." "Oh. Did you... y'know, bow chicka bow wow?" Tori winced slightly at the phrase she had used, though she didn't think of anything else to say (Scratch would be mad at me if I had said anything different). "Y-Yeah..." Tori fell silent for half a second before she absolutely burst out laughing. Feather quickly lifted his head, trying to act annoyed when he was really finding the whole situation absolutely hilarious. "Are you laughing at my situationship?" Feather gasped dramatically, clutching his chest and pretending to be offended. "Yes. Yes, I am," Tori cackled in response, throwing her head back. Feather dramatically rolled his eyes, scoffing loudly while Tori was clearly not about to stop laughing. "Holy ****, the great Feather got ****ed by Lav!" "Hey, I was the top there!"
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