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[Standing in front of the terminal, Waver looked like hell. More accurately, like he got the hell to a terminal within two minutes of sleep paralysis wearing off. His suit jacket forgotten, the usual sunglasses were hanging off a collared shirt as black as his disheveled, untied hair.]

[Let it never be said Waver Velvet was an unkempt mess; there were just much more important things to consider right now than his personal appearance.]

I have a question. Technically several, though all geared toward the same subject.

Has there yet been any evidence of limits to this place's resurrection capabilities? An upper limit on times one can return, for example?

And what of side effects: has there ever been any indication of lingering illness or other such afflictions?

You'll have to excuse me if these are stupid questions. I hadn't had time or reason to consider the implications of this until now.

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I guess I don't really know how to react to this kind of thing. It's not as if I make a habit of-...what I mean to say is...er...

[He glanced away, slightly uneasy.]

...That was my first.

[Diarmuid's hand moves from its place on Waver's shoulder back to the man's head so he can turn it toward him.]

Hey, no hiding remember? It's just a shame you didn't tell me so I could make sure I did well enough so you would be convinced to come looking for another.

[He leans back in close to Waver.]

So what do you say? Do I get to try again?

W-well...as a researcher I would say the correct approach would be to repeat one's experiment enough to find conclusive results, so...if you would like to try again, by all means go ahead.

Ah, well if it's in the name of science, how can I deny you?

[Diarmuid's smirk widens not that Waver really gets a chance to see it as the servant leans in and kisses him again. This is no gentle kiss like before. This one is much more demanding and passionate. Diarmuid's tongue flicks out to trace the other man's lips pressing lightly against them as if it's asking for the chance to explore more.]

[He momentarily froze up again, shoulders going rigid and hands fidgeting slightly--oh my god what the hell do I do here and where exactly do my hands go--before very cautiously resting a hand on Diarmuid's arm and opening his mouth slightly in response. That was the right thing to do, wasn't it? Damn it, why didn't someone write a textbook on this sort of thing? They'd make millions off awkward idiots like him.]

[Diarmuid smiles into the kiss, his tongue slipping into Waver's open mouth. At the same time he's exploring the new area, his hands help Waver a bit with his dilemma by guiding the one hand not settled on his arm to rest on his waist.

Honestly, this is nice even if his friend doesn't know exactly what he's doing. What better way to learn?

A few moments later, Diarmuid reluctantly pulls away, though he pauses to drop a quick kiss on the tip of Waver's nose as he goes.]

So, what's the verdict, My Dear Scientist? Give me your honest opinion now. Was that enough incentive to keep trying?

I-...I don't really...

[Waver leaned his head on Diarmuid's shoulder, seeming annoyed at a) the bright red color his face was turning and b) his inability to form words.]

...I feel a little disoriented. A side effect of resurrection, surely. [Of course.] Other than that, I can't really say I know how to articulate my opinion. It wasn't terrible--in fact it was rather nice, I think.

[Diarmuid brings a hand up to rest on the top of Waver's head.]

It's also a side effect of being kissed rather passionately for the first time. I'll just throw that out there and let you do with the information what you will.

Perhaps if we practice a bit now and again, you'll get a little better at articulating what you feel. It's for science, after all, isn't it?

You really don't have to do that, you know. I...what about you, I mean? I'm obviously not very good at this, but what did you think?

[Diarmuid leans his head close to Waver's so that his mouth is near the man's ear. His tongue actually darts out to tease the rim of that ear before he speaks.]

You were fine. Skill is not always the most important thing and besides, learning and practicing is part of the fun.

[He's not sure where exactly the urge comes from, but suddenly his teasing mood is replaced by something a little more serious. Maybe it's the result of his emotional fatigue. Maybe it's just because he's so comfortable with Waver. Or maybe it's some leftover bit of need as a result of his breakdown the other day, but his arms suddenly tighten around Waver, pulling him closer. It's a possessive hold, almost desperate.]

Wh-...Diarmuid?

[His arms moved around Diarmuid's shoulders automatically; it was an awkward gesture, but much less so than their previous actions. If his knight was upset, doing at least that much to try and comfort him was natural.]

What is it?

I-I'm sorry. I thought I was doing okay, but it just hit me again.

[Diarmuid buries his head in Waver's hair.]

I just remembered how easily I could lose you. Even with all of our promises and efforts... If the administrators or the tower wanted to, I could lose you just like that.

I know... I shouldn't think like that, but after seeing your body it's harder not to.

...If we're being honest with each other, I've been thinking the same thing since I got here.

[Hold tightening just slightly on Diarmuid's shoulders, Waver brought a hand to thread reassuringly through his knight's hair.]

Part of me kind of...cracked, after you died. It's hard to explain; you seemed content, and it isn't as though either of us lacked a measure of closure. But when everything was said and done, even though I was able to pick myself up well enough it felt like something was missing--I was lonely again, probably. I spent a few years studying mythology, did a little traveling...I felt like I was reaching for something I'd never be able to get a hold of again.

It's the best and worst thing for me to be able to see you again. Worst because I don't want to think about what kind of reaction I might have to losing you again.

I'm sorry, Diarmuid. I'm sorry I put you through that, and I'm sorry I'm still putting you through it right now.

Then we are even, because I did more than crack a little when I saw your body.

[Shame colors Diarmuid's face as he thinks about what he had done--the horrid things he said. He might not be able to remember what he had exactly said to who, but deep down part of him screams every time he thinks of how he had raged. That is all he needs to know. Thinking of it now actually causes him to shake, his grip tightening on Waver.]

But that doesn't matter. I don't want you to be sorry. I don't ever want you to be sorry for this. Even if losing you would kill me, I don't want to go back to the person who didn't know you and how happy you made me. Please....don't regret. Not about this.

[He takes a moment to calm his shaking and then finally moves away from Waver.]

I know...I know you didn't want to make a formal contract between us again because of how you thought it might affect our relationship, but...do you think if we reform it now it might help bring us back together if the tower separates us? It is a bonding of souls after all...

I can't say 'I won't go anywhere.' We both know that's not something we can control. But I don't intend to just die or disappear without a fight. And I want to be able to live a life without regrets, even if I know I'll trip up and make mistakes...so if you insist, then I won't apologize.

[Unconsciously, Waver drew his left hand over the faded scars of Command Spells on his right.]

...Would you want to? I mean--after what happened with you, I wouldn't blame you if you didn't trust anyone with that kind of power.

I do insist, so please, don't. We all make mistakes, but as long as we keep fighting that is all that matters.

[Diarmuid reaches out and takes Waver's right hand into his own, raising in to his lips and gently kissing it.]

You're right. I don't trust just anyone anymore. You, however, are not just anyone. I trust you with all that I am. If you are comfortable with this, then so am I.

[There was a moment in which Waver contemplated the matter; it was true he had no intention of misusing his Command Spells. Not to mention it would most likely be a mutually beneficial arrangement for them. Even after thinking it through, he couldn't see any real reason not to.]

[Drawing his hand back and holding it up in front of him, Waver took a deep breath and closed his eyes. It was no complex matter to form a new contract with an already existing Servant, just a concentrated gathering and manipulation of magical energy. Simple or not, he wouldn't dare risk making a single misstep.]

Thou shalt come under my command, and my fate shall be thy sword.

[Not a moment was spared to the recollection of the actual words. He'd never forgotten them in the first place.]

Abiding by the summons of the Holy Grail, if thou dost accede to this will and reason--

[The magus's right hand twitched as the decade-old marks brightened into the familiar brand, engraving themselves with a sharp burning sensation. He didn't dare open his eyes to look at them, concentration focused entirely inward upon managing his own prana and establishing the contract.]

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[Diarmuid closes his eyes as he feels a familiar pull call to him, beckoning him to answer it. If it had been coming from anyone else, the feeling would have terrified him after all that has happened to him. Instead, he feels an odd sort of relief.

It's almost as if he is going home.]

I, Diarmuid Ua Duibhne called into the class of Lancer, do so accede and accept thee as my master.

And more so, as my friend.

[There was a prominent sense of nostalgia to the whole thing. Waver knew the gentle weight of this contract drawing on his energy, tying him to a constant awareness of this specific heroic spirit's reassuring presence. Yet it was more than just that. All at once he recalled the elation upon seeing his Command Spells for the first time, remembered the endless irritation Lancer had been a source of, how hard they had fought and suffered together, and the strange feeling of finally coming to properly understand the Servant he had summoned out of spite and desperation.]

[For a long moment he stared at his own Command Spells with a very distant look as memories from ten years before played out in his head as vividly as though they'd happened that morning. Finally, he looked up with a genuine smile on his face, saying the first thing that really came to mind:]

...Welcome back.

[Diarmuid returns Waver's smile with one of his own. It's hard to describe, but there is a warm feeling inside of him that just keeps growing the longer he looks at Waver.]

I'm home.

Now you really are stuck with me forever. I hope you are prepared.

I see no problems with that. In fact, I should say exactly the same to you. [Laughing, he shrugged his shoulders.] You're really just going to accept being stuck with me?

More than accept it, I will welcome it.

[Diarmuid grins widely at Waver.]

Life is not lived if there is no challenge, after all.

So you take it upon yourself to challenge my patience? I'm flattered, Diarmuid.

[Diarmuid laughs and then shrugs.]

Someone has to keep you in line. I mean, how else will I know if you put those kissing skills I teach you to good use?

Popular as I might be back home, I seriously doubt you have to worry about that.

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