Ohhhh, this hurt so good. Maybe a weird thing to say, but that’s how it is. We had to put down our old German shepherd… geez, about two and a half years ago now, and it still makes me sad sometimes. I think anyone who’s ever gone through this with a dog can relate.
He felt a stab of anger at how unfair it was that she would get to take her fat, stupid little dog home from this place, while Zach would have to leave his best friend behind.
I laughed at this because, yeah. Fat stupid little dog.
As he watched, Zach’s shoulders started to shake, and Chris took a step forward, just in time to catch him as his legs gave way.
The thought of Zach in tears always gets to me. He’s so lucky to have Chris to hold him.
He teared up a little when he found a Christmas penguin squeaky toy still in its wrapping in the closet, pictured Zach buying it months ahead of time and actually saving it until the appropriate holiday, as if Noah could tell the difference.
You’re trying to kill me, aren’t you? ::sniff::
“Come out here and talk to me. I’m on your couch.”
Awww, Chris is so good to him!
Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Zach raise Nutsy to his nose and take a sniff.
Would totally do this. Wouldn’t even feel bad about it, either.
Zach shook his head and Chris could feel his hand shaking as he pressed his palm to Chris’s cheek. “I want you more than…fuck, Chris, I just, I need you-“
::wibble::
“I want to do this with you, for you, I…this is what I need,” he finished, covering Chris’s mouth with his own for a deep, fulfilling kiss.
::WIBBLE::
“Noah’s not really the haunting type. Noah would probably roll over and say ‘Please, if you must eat me, could you at least use the good silver’.”
Chris burst into laughter. “Are you serious? Did Noah really have a British accent?”
“Oh totally,” Zach said, as though it were obvious. “He was a gentleman through and through.”
ARRRRGH, now I’m laughing AND crying!
Zach breathed in a ragged breath, and said, “Maybe Noah got tired of waiting for us to figure it out.”
“Maybe. Scheming bastard,” Chris whispered with a smile. “He’s probably looking down at us right now, rubbing his paws together in glee.
YES, I subscribe to this version of reality.
“Noah,” Chris said, “thank you for being Zach’s best friend. No man or dog can ever take your place.” He slid his arms around Zach’s shoulders and finished in a whisper. “But I’ll try my best to take care of him for you. I promise.”
BRB, sobbing.
Chris picked up the laptop and checked the screen. “It’s fine. Still works. Oh my god, this bulldog is adorable! It’s so smunchy!”
Hee hee, smunchy!dog.
So, yeah, I’m not usually much for angst, but this was cathartic and full of wonderful, wonderful comfort. I feel like somebody was going to write this fic eventually, and I’m really glad it was you, because you handled it with such a delicate touch that it never felt emotionally manipulative or overly sappy. Really well done!
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He felt a stab of anger at how unfair it was that she would get to take her fat, stupid little dog home from this place, while Zach would have to leave his best friend behind.
I laughed at this because, yeah. Fat stupid little dog.
As he watched, Zach’s shoulders started to shake, and Chris took a step forward, just in time to catch him as his legs gave way.
The thought of Zach in tears always gets to me. He’s so lucky to have Chris to hold him.
He teared up a little when he found a Christmas penguin squeaky toy still in its wrapping in the closet, pictured Zach buying it months ahead of time and actually saving it until the appropriate holiday, as if Noah could tell the difference.
You’re trying to kill me, aren’t you? ::sniff::
“Come out here and talk to me. I’m on your couch.”
Awww, Chris is so good to him!
Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Zach raise Nutsy to his nose and take a sniff.
Would totally do this. Wouldn’t even feel bad about it, either.
Zach shook his head and Chris could feel his hand shaking as he pressed his palm to Chris’s cheek. “I want you more than…fuck, Chris, I just, I need you-“
::wibble::
“I want to do this with you, for you, I…this is what I need,” he finished, covering Chris’s mouth with his own for a deep, fulfilling kiss.
::WIBBLE::
“Noah’s not really the haunting type. Noah would probably roll over and say ‘Please, if you must eat me, could you at least use the good silver’.”
Chris burst into laughter. “Are you serious? Did Noah really have a British accent?”
“Oh totally,” Zach said, as though it were obvious. “He was a gentleman through and through.”
ARRRRGH, now I’m laughing AND crying!
Zach breathed in a ragged breath, and said, “Maybe Noah got tired of waiting for us to figure it out.”
“Maybe. Scheming bastard,” Chris whispered with a smile. “He’s probably looking down at us right now, rubbing his paws together in glee.
YES, I subscribe to this version of reality.
“Noah,” Chris said, “thank you for being Zach’s best friend. No man or dog can ever take your place.” He slid his arms around Zach’s shoulders and finished in a whisper. “But I’ll try my best to take care of him for you. I promise.”
BRB, sobbing.
Chris picked up the laptop and checked the screen. “It’s fine. Still works. Oh my god, this bulldog is adorable! It’s so smunchy!”
Hee hee, smunchy!dog.
So, yeah, I’m not usually much for angst, but this was cathartic and full of wonderful, wonderful comfort. I feel like somebody was going to write this fic eventually, and I’m really glad it was you, because you handled it with such a delicate touch that it never felt emotionally manipulative or overly sappy. Really well done!