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Desmond knew how to do this. He'd run the course so many times. He'd learned to keep his steps light, to match his shadow to the ones on his wall. He hadn't made a single noise on the lead up to now, in the closed off room. One man sitting on a chair, his back to the wall. He knew he hadn't been seen, that he had been quiet enough to be unnoticed.
But the man on the chair had seen him.
Desmond tucks his head under Sean's chin, and nuzzles as close as he can. He can hear Sean's heartbeat, steady as ever.
Sean hugs Desmond as tight as he can, and glares up at the sky.
Desmond should've gotten to be a kid. He should have a favourite superhero, not way to kill someone.
"Hey!" Sean lets him go, to rub his arm, faking outrage. "What the fuck was that for?"
"Worked didn't it?" Desmond rolled onto his back, and went back to stargazing.
Sean can take that note. "Sure, enano. Make sure you do go and sleep though. Okay?"
"...okay." Sean can't think of anything else to say, so he just swings back over the lip of the hill, and makes his way back down, carefully, in the dark.
Desmond turns his head to watch him go, and then squints.
Did Sean just...glow gold? Desmond shakes his head, and hauls himself up to watch Sean make his way down, but Sean is as not-glowy as he ever was.
Huh. Weird. Desmond chooses to put it out of his mind, and lies back down.
Rather than doing what he told his brother to do, Sean collects his sketchbook, a torch, and his "secret" stash of cigarettes, and climbs up on the room of the armoury. Maybe the 'wanting to be up high' thing was a trait for all Assassins.
He finds his usual comfy place, and opens up his sketchbook, to lean it on his knees, so he can draw and hold the torch. Though, once he has a pencil in his hand, he realises that his head is racing too much to focus on something. Every time an idea comes to him, the next one takes its place too quickly to fully form. He sighs, closes it, and sits it down next to him, going for a smoke and his lighter instead.
Sean doesn't let his fear that things will be different between them show, and snorts, handing Zavi the one he just lit, and grabs another. "Nicotine or Templars. What a choice."
"I think you'll find your father would say 'Sean Miles, get those things out of your mouth, what do you not want your lungs to work?'"
Sean laughs. "Yeah...yeah, he would probably mention something about self-sabotage."
Sean takes a drag, and watches Zavi do the same, and then awkwardly shuffles his foot on the roof. "Uh. Didn't see you at dinner."
He both wants to and doesn't want to bring it up, but if he and Zavi are gonna get back to normal, they need to talk.
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