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[The second he sees him, a rush of murderous intent floods his veins, and it's only the fact that he cares a lot more for the state of Hibari that he doesn't run off to try and incinerate someone until they don't even exist on an atomic level.]

[Instead, he pushes away from his door, hands hovering around Hibari's shoulders even as aggravated sparks flicker around his eyes and horns.]

What the fuck happened!?

[Hibari leans into those hands on his shoulders, and he lets go of the coat in favor of pressing fingers against Psii's chest.]

Needed somewhere safe.

[The fact that even with the people he knows from home that still translated into the troll probably says more than Hibari is capable of thinking about right now.

In a way, he knows that's not what Psii is asking, but it'll take him a bit to be able to articulate.]

[Always his room... It's always his room that people run to when they want to be safe, and he still can't figure out why. It was the same for Signless and Lyn back when the second corpse was discovered.]

[It's not even that safe, really, except for the fact that it hasn't escaped his attention that Gloria's wing is the one with the least people in it.]

[But he doesn't question. Instead, still holding on protectively to Hibari, he nudges the door open and quietly makes his way past where Signless is asleep in the recuperacoon to usher him to the bathroom.]

C'mon. We'll clean you up.

[It's the safest place he knows of right now. If Xanxus were here, it might have been the game room, or his room in the wrath wing, but he's not. And he might have still ended up here, because Psii might not capture his attention in the same way, but there's something about him.

He lets Psii lead him inside, nodding at the mention of getting him cleaned up. And truthfully, he'd been worse right after. He's still wrecked, shaky, wrong at the edges, but he's not in the sort of pieces he'd been at first.

Whether being put back together by people like Schuldig and Mukuro is torture or a kindness is a different subject all together.]

[There's an infirmary somewhere in the Crossing, full of helpful shit like regeneration potions or at least basic first aid. Psii doesn't even bother to think of going there. He doesn't trust what the Maeve would give them.]

[Not for something as vital as this.]

[So instead, he just ushers Hibari to sit down and starts to go through everything. He's used to fixing up shit while having next to nothing. He can handle it.]

Ith anything broken?

[Hibari's quiet for a long moment and his head jerks, looking off to the side.]

No, I'm. [Not okay.] It was...

[His voice is rough and clipped, and he's still hiding in that coat. It would have been easier, honestly. Violence he knows like his best and oldest friend. Violence heals, most marks vanish in nearly no time at all.]

Mukuro and Schuldig.

[Oh.]

[Oh.]

[He freezes up, practically overtaken with rage and hatred- not all of it particularly romantic either. It takes a lot more effort than he wants to expend to hold himself back from leveling something, anything, because Signless is in the next room, and it's only that which keeps him in place.]

[There's something thick in his throat that makes talking hard, but he forces the words out.]

I'm going to kill them. Let them fucking predict that, the fuckerth, I will level the goddamn city.

Psii.

[He doesn't know what else to say. And he's hardly ever the one pulling someone back from violence, but he's reaching out, catching Psii's hands in his own, curling slender fingers against his hands as he looks over at him with silver eyes.

He's not saying don't, per se. It's just that he refuses to let Psii give the Maeve an excuse to punish him because of Mukuro and Schuldig. He tugs at one of his hands, trying to press lips to the inside of his wrist in a small gesture of comfort he's rarely disposed toward and most people wouldn't get anyway.]

[Having that careful light touch hit his skin just makes him tremble all the harder, like he wants to erupt right from his own flesh, but soon enough he folds in towards the other man almost protectively.]

...Thwear I'll help you get back at thothe fuckerth one way or another. [But right now, he needs to help him, heal what he can although he's more than aware that some of the hurt isn't exactly where he can touch.]

Jutht... tell me what you need from me.

[Hibari leans into Psii as the troll folds in toward him, and he wont say he craves how protective his body feels against him, but he does.]

We'll have to be careful. [It's a quiet acknowledgement, and it says something. Hibari is nearly a force of nature, but Mukuro powers were frustratingly well-suited against his own tendency for direct damage.]

I just needed somewhere... They were waiting for me. In my room.

[Psii was likely aware that Hibari bordered on paranoia when it came to concepts of security. He obsessively locked the door when he wasn't there. That sort of thing hit him harder than it would most people. And of course Schuldig and Mukuro knew that. It was a message that said you are never safe, there is nowhere we can't reach you.

His hands shift to curl against Psii's chest, and he doesn't know what to ask for.]

Don't worry. I have an idea of where to athk.

[There's the smallest of headbumps against Hibari's shoulder, almost animalistic in nature. In times like these, more than anything, trolls revert to old old habits. Words were overrated. Actions spoke louder.]

[Hearing what they did isn't surprising, but it still makes him bristle. What can he do against a threat like that?]

[His powers, much like Hibari's, are those meant for offense, offense, offense. Take out the problem in a flash of heat, in a show of force, before it can get you. Things like defense... It's always been a weakness of his. This, he knows, might very well be something he'll have to go see Gloria about. So far it seems like he's been in her favor well enough. Hopefully that stays true.]

[...Actually... He stirs a bit as he realizes he's lying to himself, just a little bit. There are powers of his not structure for pure attack... But he doesn't often tell people of them. Practically never, as a matter of fact, and he can only think of Signless knowing them. (Well, and Schuldig- but that was never a choice he made himself.)]

[Still. It's a strange thing to realize he's come to care for Hibari almost viciously in the short time they've been here. So, claws kneading uncertainly in Xanxus' coat, he tests the waters.]

...Do you keep thecrets?

[He nods, leaning into it as Psii's head bumps against his shoulder. At Hibari's lowest, gestures like this meant more. They were things that he understood better, when words were always difficult for him. He tries, but gesture, subtleties of body language and instinct are better.

Honestly, normally, Hibari can use low-level illusions just out of raw knowing how they work in a basic sense from fighting against Mukuro, and normally, that would be enough to let him do some small trick, like the invisibility he wrapped around the Vongola Base. None of that worked against Mukuro, however.

There's a faint way that he tilts his head as he leans into Psii with a soft inhale.]

Of course. [Hibari doesn't like talking to people to begin with, and he's a very private person so he understands the value of secrets. And even if he didn't for all those reasons, it's Psii and that's different.]

[Even as he's resolved himself to revealing it, there's still a paranoid itch in his skin that's screaming bad idea, bad idea because it's always been one up to this point. But Psii grits his teeth as he shoves it down.]

I'm... precognitive. I uthually throttle the vithions until I can ignore them- they never tell me anything fucking good like the goddamn lottery, pieceth of thit that they are- but...

If you wanted, I could... keep an eye on them for you. Let you get prepared for any bullthit.

[He says it all fairly calmly, but his claws betray his own anxiety as they knead in and out of the coat.]

[Hibari can't help frowning ever so slightly, reaching out to curl fingers against the troll's hands, though not pulling them away. All he can imagine is having that kind of ability in the world he was form before this. Having to watch Tsuna's death and then see him smiling face... it had been bad enough just with that certainty, that way he could feel the currents of murder.]

What is it like for you? The visions.

[There's a slight hint of something that's rather like concern, which is a strange feeling, honestly.

It might be useful, but at the same time, he didn't want to push it if it was hard on Psii. And he could all but hear the hesitance in his voice, the pauses, almost halting way he made the offer. Fingers sliding softly against the backs of his hands.]

[Honestly, whether Hibari realizes he's doing it or not, the light touches to his hands are reassuring. Psii has nearly as much of a fixation on them as Hibari possibly does, and it's a comfort to feel something against his fingers and the back of his hand. It helps soothe his own anxiety.]

Dithorienting ath hell, on bad dayth. Like being tugged out of my body and being thomewhere I'm not thupposed to be to watch a private viewing I thure ath fuck didn't buy a ticket for.

...But I'm uthed to it.

[Not like he really had a choice in that.]

[For Hibari it's an almost instinctual sort of comfort, reaching out in that way that calms his own nerves. Soft touches of his fingers against the troll's hands, gentle in a way that he isn't usually prone to, that he typically seems almost incapable of.]

It's alright. [A shake of his head in the negative. And then he's quiet for a moment, and his lips thin as he looks into Psii's mismatched eyes. He understands what it's like to have a power that you hate.]

I know what that feels like. Not in the same way. It was peoples' nightmares, their memories. [He takes a breath and there's a tension in his body, distaste. As if that didn't foreshadow where he was going with this.] I'm a dual type. I can use the same sort of powers as those fucking assholes.

[The tone of agitation is kind of hard to miss.]

Do you thleep well?

[It's the first question he thinks to ask, because he already knows the answer in regards to himself: no way in hell. The voices of the dead and dying, visions of doom, the usual bullshit nightmares every individual in his race gets...]

[Yeah. Not exactly a nice rest even with the recuperacoon.]

[And he knows he's not particularly unique, although most aren't on that level of 'fuck you' when it comes to rest. It's normal for psychics, as far as he can tell, at least those with powers on the more mental level. And if Hibari has that kind of problem too...]

[Hibari shrugs his shoulders a little uneasily at the question, it says no before he even puts words to it.]

No. I haven't slept at all in like a week. I just deal with it better than most people.

[By better he meant 'not a hallucinating wreck', which wasn't to say it was optimal, but it didn't ruin him the way it did most people.

It's a soft admittance, a shrug of his shoulders, like it's not that big of a deal, which to him, it really isn't. It's become more or less the default. That however much he might fuss over other people, he hardly sleeps, and when he does, it's not particularly restful, plagued by nightmares and that paranoia that insists he's not safe.]

...Okay, no.

[Psii starts to get up at that, brow drawn down in displeasure. No wonder Hibari is getting fucked with by illusionists and telepaths on a regular basis- no sleep means his brain is probably fucked even more than usual.]

Lithten, I'll get a bunch of blanketsh and junk, and we can have you thleep in the tub, and I have thith thing that I think might help you thleep- altho might kill you, I don't know how humanth will react to thopor thlime, but hey, we can take precautionth.

[He's about to actually try and explain the only way he actually manages to sleep, but then Psii mentions something that might help him sleep or kill him and that's at least an easier subject to talk about, doesn't feel as vulnerable as admitting he only sleeps when there's someone watching over him because nowhere feels safe, because of the nightmares. That it's not just since he's come here.]

I'm fairly... resistant. When I was younger I was injected with a paralytic poison designed for wild elephants-- [There's a pause, because he's not sure Psii knows what those are, on second thought. His point here being that judging off human normal here might be a mistake.] --large animals that weigh about seven tons. I got up and punched down a metal tower.

What's sopor slime? [He's curious.]

And you're thure you're not an alien race?

[It's half a joke because WHUPS! He's already out the bathroom door to fetch things from the pile. He's sure Signless might question it when he wakes up, but for now... Whatever.]

[When he comes back, it's to dump at least three different comforters and five sheets down onto the floor. Hovering behind him, notably, is a bowl filled with a neon green liquid. Settling down onto the floor with his legs crossed, Psii sets it in his lap and points to it.]

Thopor thlime. My kind needth it if we want to thleep without our panth getting bent over and royally fucked by nightmareth up the wathte expulthion chute.

The Maeve apparently got the good thtuff- of courthe- tho I think it'sh potent enough that we could do a trick I learned while traveling on the road, and it wouldn't do anything to you.

Probably.

[Hibari shrugs at the question, because really, how do you even answer that? He considers protesting, but Psii is already fetching comforters and sheets, and he has the feeling that there's no swaying the troll from the idea of trying to put Hibari to sleep. Which he doesn't expect to go particularly well, but if nothing else curling up in a pile of blankets is far from the worst thing he could go through.

But, the bowl of neon green liquid gets his attention, a tilt of his head as he looks at him quizzically as Psii sets it in his lap. There's a dry quirk of his mouth, because he might not be a Troll, but he knows the feeling.]

Well, I'm listening anyway. [He's had Yamamoto try to accomplish something similar with his Rain Flames, but it never worked. It might force him to sleep, but it didn't stop the nightmares. It actually seemed to make them worse, most of the time. So he wasn't particularly hopeful, but he was curious if nothing else.

The fact that he didn't sleep was only sixty-percent because he pushed himself too far.]

I wouldn't give you a choice one way or another.

[But he's grinning a bit, shoving the blankets and such into a haphazard heap into the bathtub before he grabs a washcloth away from the sink. This might stain. Actually, it will probably definitely stain, but it's not his problem, so what does he care?]

[Humming as he lays the cloth flat, Psii spreds a good bit of it straight through the middle before folding the cloth up. A tiny sopor slime burrito, ends twisted so that it doesn't flop open.]

I don't know how thick human thkin ith, but thith ought to make up for it tho that you don't accidentally ingetht it or thomething. Lay down, put it over your eyeth, and hope it workth.

What do you think?

[There's a faint smile at the heap that Psii makes out of the blankets in the bathtub. He shrugs out of Xanxus' coat and arranges it on top of the blankets. Alright, sure, he's giving this a shot, he supposes. He tugs his tie loose and slips it from the collar of his shirt.

He watches as he spreads the slime through the middle of the cloth and then fold it up, twisting it. He shrugs a little and shakes his head a little at the subject of how thick his skin is.]

My skin's not necessarily thick, but.. resistant? I've taken explosives to the face and hardly even noticed it.

[Yes, he's not normal. Normally, it's a fact he uses as an intimidation factor in a fight, but this is more clinical. Less about sharp smiles and talk about my capacity as an organism is different from yours; more some attempt at trying to piece together how to make this stuff work.

Honestly, Hibari is more than willing to see if Psii's sopor slime can take away the nightmares, maybe keep Mukuro out of his head. Because he really can't deal with his bullshit after what he went through earlier.]

It might work.

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Then in you get!

[Psii seems pretty pleased with this turning out like it is, getting up to his feet and trying not to fidget with the makeshift sopor mask in his hand.]

I can thtay in here for a while too, to make thure that you don't accidentally eat it or thomething.

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