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“Sooo… Sword, this is Subspace. Subspace sword.” Medkit recites anxiously. “Sword is my brother. Not… my biological one. But my brother. And I'm sorry you two didn't meet sooner.”
Tension in the room was high. Sword probably from standing in front of Subspace, the man that still gave Medkit nightmares sometimes despite their new and rekindled relationship. Medkit from having the two people closest to him meet, desperate for fear of so, so many things going wrong. And they still could.
Subspace was shuffling a little where he stood. He mutters a quiet “Uhhh…” before swinging into his introduction.
“Hi, Sword. I'm sure I've been mentioned to you at least once– I am the Subspace Tripmine after all!”
Sword nods a little, only slightly off put by Subspace’s still eccentric personality. Medkit had mentioned him doing this when he got nervous– it was an easy personality to fall back into, for him.
“Hey!” He smiles and waves politely from his spot by Medkit's side. “Medkit has told me a lot about you, actually.”
The room goes dead silent. Neither of them really know what to do.
“Uh- I'm. Gonna go make some tea.” Medkit stammers before getting up and walking off.
Sword hunches in on himself a little, but says nothing. He feels small, with Subspace in the room and no Medkit to shield him.
Subspace looks to the side before hesitantly and quietly stating, “Look. I know he's told you about… all of me. And the shit I did. And I'm not asking for your forgiveness. But this obviously means a lot to him so I think it'd be in both of our best interests to at least try to like each other, okay?” He states firmly, before whispering a quiet “Please.”
Sword hesitates, but nods a little. “Okay.” He pauses to think for a moment. “Yeah, okay. I can work with that. ‘Kit says your an engineer..? Or were one, at the very least.”
Subspace’s eyes light up. “You sure you wanna open that can of worms? I'm sure you know how I like to talk!”
Sword nods a little, posture more relaxed and pose generally less stiff. “Yeah! I like hearing about people's interests. Rocket talks to me about gear modification and chemistry from time to time– knock yourself out.” He smiles fondly at the memory of Rocket trying to show Sword how to make explosives from scratch (it hadn't gone well, but the day was one of his favorites).
Subspace beams, and throws himself into one conversation topic after another. His Biografts, Blackrock, and tries asking about said “chemistry” Rocket taught Sword, until Medkit comes back with his tea (looking significantly less stressed, having heard his husband talk so openly about what he enjoys), and Sword eventually has to go for the night.
Sword hugs Medkit tightly, and offers Subspace a friendly fistbump and prays that he isn't being too awkward.
“Thanks for today. I had fun.” Sword smiles softly. He's glad Medkit has someone, no matter his past thoughts on them.
Subspace offers a toothy grin, “Of course! Anything for Meddy’s darling little brother.”
Medkit shoves him playfully at the comment, but Sword merely laughs as he walks off. Today was a good day. Maybe Subspace wasn't so bad after all.