Sonny 🍋@fanprompt "stir"
Spectre adds some honey to the cup; he stirs the tea a couple time before holding it out to Jin.
"Here."
Jin grunts in thanks as he accepts it. He idly stirs it once, twice himself.
"Did you poison it?"
Spectre smiles at the familiar question, "What do you think?"
"I think," Jin doesn't smile back and stares at the cup as he stirs, stirs, stirs, "I wouldn't have minded if you had."
Carefully, Spectre rests his hand on Jin's and stops his movement. He takes in his profile, the hollow look on his eyes, the dark circles underneath.
"Drink," he says, guiding the cup to Jin's lips, "It's not poison, but it will help you sleep."
A beat, two, then Jin takes his first sip. His hand, freezing, slowly warms up from the heat of the cup and Spectre's palm on top.
"Did you do this for your liege, too?" Jin asks at one point.
"Occasionally," Spectre hums, "Ryoken-sama would often suffer from insomnia or nightmares, as well."
"Huh..."
When he's done drinking, Spectre takes the cup from him and turns towards the kitchen.
"Did you stay with him, too?"
Jin's voice stops him in his tracks. His posture seems more relaxed, hunched down and pulled down by exhaustion, but there's still a taunt thread of tension remaining.
"When we were young, yes," Spectre settles the cup down on the table with a clink. He traces the rim with a finger, "But with time, he would start dismissing me. He wouldn't allow me to remain beside him." No matter how much he longed to comfort him; a wall had been built, and they were merely a leader and his right hand man.
"Then," and finally, Jin glances up at him through his bangs, "Would you stay, if I asked?"
Spectre walks towards him; he grabs the blanket on the back of the couch and unfolds it, watching it flutter before settling it over Jin's shoulders like a cape, reminiscent of his LV avatar.
"If my prince asks," he kneels on the floor in front of him and takes Jin's hand, a devoted knight, "how could I refuse him?"