That half-snap is at odds with the slight grimace, and even more at odds with the way he wants to soften this and knows that there is no softening it, it would be insulting to try, and make it sound like he has some kind of doubt about what he's doing.
And he doesn't.
The snap settles into grim determination in his eyes, and his voice. "I'm needed there. It's one soul against a world and don't you dare tell me that my math's wrong." You gave him the idea on day... two. it was a solid one.
The snap washes right over him, right through him; it takes quite a lot for a harsh word to ring in his ears, at this point.
It's the quiet, steady confirmation that does it. His gasp is as pained as it is surprised.
The worst part is, he can't even argue. For a long moment he just stares, stricken and stubborn, as if he could find some way to pick it apart - but he just can't. What does he say, that Steve matters more than all of those people just because Zerxus loves him? That they're worthless in the face of his own feelings?
That kind of shit is how you get Asmodeus in the first place.
The lack of argument, the reason Steve attributes to it, and what he's learned about Zerxus over the time he's been here? Is a big part of why Steve did this. Not to come back to someone he loves (though he does) but because there's some hope in the fact that Zerxus is still, in spite of Asmodeus and sometimes even in spite of Zerxus himself, a good man.
He at least physically relaxes, even from the grim determination that had him prepared to fight with Zerxus if it comes to that. Leans back and breathes just a little deeper. Realizes, somewhere in that move that he doesn't really notice the heat or scent of the place unless he thinks about it.
That tone hurts his heart, but he doesn't reach out. Not yet, not even wanting to so badly his fingers twitch.
"I feel like there's some questions hiding in the one you asked." But meanwhile: "I'm going home until I'm done doing what I have to. Then I'm coming back and staying. With you."
There's a swoop in his chest, soaring and victorious and he hates it, because what does that make him? How could he ever want anyone else to be here, forever?
"You don't - " There's a strangled note in his voice, all of his emotions colliding and conflicting. It's been so long since he's had the luxury of being at war with himself. "It will change you. Being his creature, calling this your home, it's - "
It's different, and Zerxus won't be able to stop it once it starts.
What kind of person wants that? A lonely one, in a codependent and abusive relationship with the Lord of Hell.
"I know." In as much as he can possibly know. He even (ironically) knows that he can't possibly know which. He definitely can't understand it. "I'm not doing it for you. I'd rather die. Always kind of figured I'd do that fighting whatever the biggest bad guy around was. Looks like that's not an option." Totally different sacrifice. Harder, worse, terrifying and he hates it.
In part because... it's giving in to Asmodeus. In part because it's giving in person. In part because it's going to make Zerxus feel guilty. He just... "It'll be some kind of okay. For more people than it's not, anyway." He's an optimist. (He's forcing optimism).
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That half-snap is at odds with the slight grimace, and even more at odds with the way he wants to soften this and knows that there is no softening it, it would be insulting to try, and make it sound like he has some kind of doubt about what he's doing.
And he doesn't.
The snap settles into grim determination in his eyes, and his voice. "I'm needed there. It's one soul against a world and don't you dare tell me that my math's wrong." You gave him the idea on day... two. it was a solid one.
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It's the quiet, steady confirmation that does it. His gasp is as pained as it is surprised.
The worst part is, he can't even argue. For a long moment he just stares, stricken and stubborn, as if he could find some way to pick it apart - but he just can't. What does he say, that Steve matters more than all of those people just because Zerxus loves him? That they're worthless in the face of his own feelings?
That kind of shit is how you get Asmodeus in the first place.
Finally, low and hoarse, "What did you agree to?"
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He at least physically relaxes, even from the grim determination that had him prepared to fight with Zerxus if it comes to that. Leans back and breathes just a little deeper. Realizes, somewhere in that move that he doesn't really notice the heat or scent of the place unless he thinks about it.
That tone hurts his heart, but he doesn't reach out. Not yet, not even wanting to so badly his fingers twitch.
"I feel like there's some questions hiding in the one you asked." But meanwhile: "I'm going home until I'm done doing what I have to. Then I'm coming back and staying. With you."
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"You don't - " There's a strangled note in his voice, all of his emotions colliding and conflicting. It's been so long since he's had the luxury of being at war with himself. "It will change you. Being his creature, calling this your home, it's - "
It's different, and Zerxus won't be able to stop it once it starts.
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"I know." In as much as he can possibly know. He even (ironically) knows that he can't possibly know which. He definitely can't understand it. "I'm not doing it for you. I'd rather die. Always kind of figured I'd do that fighting whatever the biggest bad guy around was. Looks like that's not an option." Totally different sacrifice. Harder, worse, terrifying and he hates it.
In part because... it's giving in to Asmodeus. In part because it's giving in person. In part because it's going to make Zerxus feel guilty. He just... "It'll be some kind of okay. For more people than it's not, anyway." He's an optimist. (He's forcing optimism).