Together is better (Johan, Werner)

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Johan was placing some things in a bag so they would have a few changes of clothes on the trip to Vienna. Of course, once they got there, they had everything else they owned that they hadn't brought to London with them. The bag wasn't very large, but it gave him something to do. Something to focus on.

Werner was watching him silently, resting on the bed with a book in his lap that he was completely ignoring. Eventually Johan turned to him and he raised his eyebrows. "Good book?" He asked, his voice sounding slightly cheeky.

"Huh? Oh. Yes, it's...rather nice as a...lap warmer." Werner sighed and he put the book aside. "How are you feeling today?" Werner asked, a slight edge in his voice.

"Werner, I'm fine." Johan smiled at his lover as he folded a rather loud tropical shirt he wore to freak fans out. "I'm not the one who's...I'm not sick." Johan amended.

"That's not why I asked..."

"I know why you asked." Johan soothed. Werner had asked because he was still feeling incredible guilt over hitting Johan in the face and giving him a rather nasty black eye. Which was fading, but still present. And Werner hated the sight of it. "Werner, you don't have to stay away from me, you know." It was as if Werner had decided that anywhere within three feet of Johan was off limits. "I am not afraid of you."

"I'm afraid of me." Werner admitted, but he stood slowly anyway. Johan was saying it was okay to get closer, but what he meant was that he wanted Werner closer to him. And Werner was not about to deprive Johan of something he wanted. "But I'm relieved that you are not."

Johan put the shirt in their bag and then he reached out to pull Werner towards him. "It will get easier." Johan leaned forward to kiss Werner's lips. "See? I love you." He wasn't leaving. Not like Lena. "I will love you until-" Johan couldn't continue the thought, as he choked up. Werner was dying. It still didn't seem real at times like this where Johan had Werner in his arms. "I always will."

"And so will I." Werner leaned his forehead against Johan's, and then he reached up to stroke Johan's hair. "Come along, my little virtuoso. I'll help you pack."