today really messed you up

yeah

it really did

I can tell because you're using the word 'fault'

I think in this case the concept is actually relevant 

don't worry I still don't believe in deserving 

I love you

stay with me forever

I love you 

I want to but this is not the state of mind I should be in when I promise forever 

okay <3

it turns out the moon is not that important except on a thousands-of-years time scale

more than the stars, then 

more than the sky 

When they finally land Lev is bouncing on his heels waiting for Sasha.

Sasha hugs him so so tight. 

Lev tugs him. "Come to my room--"

"Of course —" 

He follows where he's tugged. 

As soon as they're in his bedroom Lev strips off his clothes and climbs into bed.

Sasha follows suit and kisses him. 

He relaxes as soon as he feels Sasha's skin against his skin.

Good. Good. Sasha keeps kissing him, presses into him; he's desperate for contact, like a full-body thirst. 

Lev doesn't seem to know what to do with his hands; he's jumping randomly between Sasha's hair and his shoulders and his back and his ass.

It doesn't matter; he'll melt into Lev's hands no matter where they are. 

Lev murmurs incoherently on the theme of love you and miss you and don't die. 

"Love you, missed you — more than water — not going to die — you're perfect, I love you —" 

This is going to go on for a while!

Eventually he says, "do you want to talk about it?"

He doesn't tense up, but he does press himself even closer into Lev. 

"I don't know. I don't — I don't really know what feeling safe would mean but I don't think I'm going to feel it for. Probably a while." 

"...therapy?"

"...probably a good idea, but I think 'my not quite boyfriend, who is twenty-two while I am fifteen, killed me' is the kind of thing mandated reporters tell your parents about." 

"SHIELD can probably do something."