After watching the small doctor disappear inside his cabin, Aaron found the gumption to climb the vines to the roof of his own. He scrabbled on all fours to get to the very top of the pitched thatching, catching flashes of the cabin's construction. Then, managing to 'watch' these visions more passively, he shimmied sideways to sit on the front end of it, facing the shoreline and the horizon beyond.
There were only a couple hours left of this temporary reprieve.
After losing the competition-- to Alexander and Tula, of all people-- there was admittedly an intense mix of emotions initially. Frustration, disappointment, for just a few minutes, really, until it hit him that he was able to feel things so intensely without any dire consequences.
The walk back was a bit of daze, as he tried wracking his brain for things to do with this time. Ultimately, though, he didn't really. Want to do much, actually. He didn't know what to do with himself.
Well, he knew what he wasn't going to do, and that was sit with his other cabin mates' smug faces.
Settling on the peak of the roof, Aaron let his legs dangle over the edge. He peered past his shoes, down at the distant ground below...
Then he heard a grunt somewhere behind him. Peering back over his shoulder, Aaron felt himself actually smile, just a bit.
Jay was climbing up onto the roof, but it appeared he was having trouble. Without his ghostly powers, apparently he wasn't as much of a natural climber. Jay struggled for a moment before finally pulling himself up with a huff. Aaron noticed he was wearing a different poncho - this one more colorful and patterned compared to his former one, which had always been a plain dark brown.
The fact that Jay had more in his wardrobe was... quite endearing, actually.
"Need help?" Aaron asked teasingly.
Jay huffed in mild annoyance, but appeared too out of breath to actually say anything. With a dismissive wave of his hand, Jay began to crawl up to meet him.
With an amused huff, Aaron faced the ocean again. Jay sat beside Aaron, leaving a little space between them. He said nothing as he stared out at the ocean alongside him.
Aaron didn't offer anything to fill the silence. He didn't feel like he had to, and honestly? There was nothing in his head anyhow. In the best possible way. It was a long time before Jay finally broke the silence with a long sigh.
"I wish this could last forever," he said. Then added, "For your sake."
Glancing at Jay, Aaron exhaled quietly. "...That's possibly the nicest, least awkward thing you've ever said to me."
Jay's expression turned sour at that, but his annoyance seemed more amiable in nature. He huffed through his nose.
"What're you doing here, anyway?" Aaron asked, looking back down at the sand below. "You should get some rest, recover from this past evening of delight."
"I'm not the one still wounded," Jay muttered.
Aaron huffed. "I've properly dressed the wound," he countered half-heartedly. "I'm fine."
"You climbed up to a roof. With a stab wound. I don't have to be a doctor to know that's stupid," Jay said.
Aaron shrugged, unable to argue. Then grinned faintly.
"You care," he eventually said.
"Oh," Jay began weakly. "...Shut up." But there was no anger behind it like usual. It almost felt like Jay was saying it to keep up an appearance at this point.
"...Thank you," Aaron added anyway in a murmur, feeling awkward but wanting to convey some sincerity. Before his opportunity to do so was gone. "For caring."
Jay was silent for a moment, and Aaron could sense that Jay wasn't used to having people be sincere in return. Maybe that was part of the reason he was so bad at reciprocating it. Jay sat stiffly, staring off at the ocean with a distant, wistful gaze, like his mind had drifted elsewhere.
"It's just human decency," Jay said faintly.
"No," Aaron said firmly, "human decency is grabbing your next door neighbors and running for the hills when I show up. You..." He deflated. "You stayed."
Jay swallowed, and Aaron could see his jaw clench.
"You deserve it," Jay said, barely audible. And after a beat, he added with a sadness Aaron didn't expect to hear: "So did she."
Oh...
How could Jay compare Aaron to someone so... kind, and strong? Someone who'd been a real friend to the spectre? When all Aaron had ever done was give Jay a hard time for being a decent human being?
What did Jay see that made him decide Aaron was worth it? Where Aaron's own father hadn't seen anything?
"Don't--" Aaron choked out. Then took off his glasses as he turned away. He scrubbed a hand over his face, realizing his heart was too much of a mess to articulate anything now.
Jay was quiet again. For a long time.
Aaron hated himself for actually audibly sniffling.
"Before all of this," Jay finally said. "Before the wendigo. Did... hugs help you?"
Caught off guard by the question, Aaron had to cast Jay a confused glance, ready to instinctively retort. Whatever words were forming quickly died in his throat, however, as he was caught even more off-guard by the open empathy visible in Jay's face as he met his eyes.
Aaron hesitated. "I don't... know." And he felt stupid for saying so.
Jay hesitated too.
"Would you want to... try?" Jay asked.
...Well. No one was lurking in the back of his brain to make fun of him for it.
So very stiff and unsure and, again, feeling quite stupid for it all, Aaron slowly held up both arms. With more confidence - as if he'd done this before - Jay closed the distance and pulled Aaron in, hugging him tightly.
And just like that, Aaron's head emptied again. All brainpower went straight into processing the simple yet overwhelming sensation of finally being touched in a kind way again. He hadn't known he missed it.
Aaron carefully brought his arms around Jay, and slowly but surely sank into the foreign warmth of it.
"Please," Jay said quietly, with a heartbreaking quiver in his voice. "Please don't give up. Please don't."
There was a pause, and Aaron could hear the hard swallow in Jay's throat. Aaron felt his own chest tighten, and his vision grew blurrier, were it possible.
"I can't... I can't bear to lose another friend," Jay said, like he was desperately trying to keep his voice from breaking. "I don't think I can bear it. Okay?"
And that just broke Aaron's heart all over again. He managed a small nod.
Hugging Aaron a little tighter, Jay said: "There's so much more life to live for. This isn't all there is. I promise it's not. We're going to find some way to get you free. If it's the last thing I do."
Pressing his eyes closed, Aaron buried his face in Jay's shoulder as he hung onto his words, clung desperately to his friend. God, how he wanted to believe him. He wanted to ask how Jay even knew.
Instead, all he could do was draw in a shuddering breath. Leaning on Jay, Aaron then allowed himself to simply break open. Release all the years of hopelessness, finally draw true comfort in the presence of another human being. In the arms of someone who cared.
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