Flip the Coin [BL]-Chapter 346. Great minds think alike

I chuckled breathlessly, trying to calm my somersaulting heart.

"If this talk hadn’t gone well, I thought about locking you up as well."

"Is that so?" Henry’s eyes lit up, the silver color in them disappeared, and his lips formed a breathtaking smile.

I laughed and nodded, getting high and cloudy from the relief I felt, such a one-eighty turn from all the self-doubt and self-hatred.

But then it raised its ugly head—the paranoia that asked if he was lying, if his words didn’t sound too good to be true, if he was laying low to stab me in the back at some point in the future.

"Why?" Henry whispered, his face turning somber as he watched me and noticed the change in my mood.

Always so quick to notice.

"My mind got polluted, or maybe they were my thoughts all along, when I controlled you to fight for me: I wanted to kill you and eat you so that we could stay together forever." I addressed sin number two, watching him closely to spot if there was even the least bit of disgust and fear.

"Forever..." Henry mumbled happily before he went quiet.

"You could use the giant’s power, although the table in your mind has the crystalline protection?" Henry looked away in contemplation, and I grabbed his jaw to turn his face back to me so that I could observe—either feed or starve my paranoia in the process.

"The glass shattered when I saw you standing in front of the monster; after that, the table flipped," I explained, looking at Henry as he laid his trembling hand over mine on his jaw.

His hair fell partly over his eyes, but I could still see the never-ending fear and anxiousness that wasn’t because of me but FOR me.

"Right now, your mind isn’t protected by your crystalline counterpart?"

"After the fight, when you crashed into my arms, the crystals grew back over the table, with an even thicker layer, and I woke up from the cannibalistic bullshit." I watched his eyes, looked at his mole, his still trembling lips, and back to his gaze that was firm, assuring, and relieved.

"Good." He steered my hand away from his jaw to interlock our fingers, holding my hand in his lap with both of his.

"There is a way for you to eat me without killing me..." He chuckled and looked from our hands back to me.

I broke into laughter, not really registering what he said, as I got angry and scared at the fact that he didn’t take it seriously.

"I controlled your body; this dirty blood made you literally my marionette, and you don’t mind it a bit? The next time the glass shatters, I will probably try to kill you!"

"Didn’t you hear me? I don’t care as long as it’s you, but I’ll stop you either way because I want to stay with you." He squeezed my hand.

"Just so you know, I really loved to feel you inside me, taking over control and using me." He brought my hand to his lips and planted a kiss there.

Fuck.

This was getting dangerous.

I was suddenly so flustered that I ripped my hand out of his hold and put the sleeping girl down on the spot beside me.

When I looked at Henry again, I found him watching my action with satisfaction.

"Though..." he started while I conjured up a cold Coke and held it to my forehead to cool off.

"I really felt somehow... invaded." He crossed his arms over his chest like a shy maiden who had been molested.

The beautiful but gaunt, demon-like picture he presented did absolutely not match this jokester behavior.

"Bhahahah!" And his words also didn’t match at all the whole nonsense he had spouted before.

"You laugh, but now that you don’t want to feed me your blood and have invaded me so forcefully, I feel weak all over ..." He sighed wistfully, and I grinned, wanting to know where this was going.

"You will have to carry me around for the next time, feed me, and shower me to nurse me back to health." Again, a wistful sigh as he looked out into the rain.

He even pressed his lips together in agony, as if this revelation was hurting him more than it would hurt me.

"BAHAHAHA!!!" I again broke into laughter, unable to put together the visual image and the handsome deep voice with the content I heard.

I took a sip of the Coke before taking his hand and doing the same, kissing it like I would with a princess making unreasonable demands in the most adorable way.

"I won’t have a choice but to take responsibility when it’s all my fault."

Henry looked thrilled, and his trembling subsided. As if the tension fell from his shoulders as well, I noticed his evident fatigue; the elated grin he showed me was accompanied by his eyelids slowly lowering.

He slid to my shoulder and nuzzled my neck like a puppy before finding a comfortable position.

"Are you alright?" I asked in a whisper.

"I’ll take a short nap. I finally feel able to sleep with you beside me."

So he really hadn’t slept much in the year I was away.

"Okay, sleep; we’ll be out of here soon." I pecked his head.

"I don’t care. Are you alright again?"

"Yeah. Alright again," I answered.

"Will you lock me up soon?" He asked, apparently eagerly looking forward to it.

Cute.

"Pfft. Yeah, I will." I promised before I took another sip of my Coke and looked outside.

The fucking weight was gone, the paranoia starved until it vanished, and I was really, really, really thankful that my creepy obsession, twisted possessiveness, and bone-deep desire had chosen him and only him as their target.

Lucky to have a just-as-crazy fucker at my side.

Henry snuggled closer to me and stirred around until he ended up with his head in my lap, on the blankets I had conjured up.

Only when I adequately combed through his hair did he sigh in satisfaction and fall asleep.

I closed my eyes and leaned back but couldn’t do the same—too much Coke or too giddy from everything that had happened.

He was right; I should have told him sooner because the feeling of being pardoned was damn, fucking awesomely liberating.

"I’m glad we are still the same." I whispered.

Without grudges or hatred, just me and him.

I watched the rain before looking at the table in my mind that had flipped back the moment I had returned from my animalistic little journey.

I let my fingers slide over the surface before I pressed down lightly; the tabletop flipped.

Hmm... although I couldn’t really act consciously while being inside the tiger, probably because animals’ brains didn’t work like humans’, I could still gather information.

With training, maybe I could act consciously with a tiger’s body, which would be really cool... And if I landed inside someone else, then I could try to call my grandma and find out more, for example, a way to help them in helping us.

I took the violet coin and flipped it, watched it float and turn before it landed in my hand, and then I uncovered it on the back of my other hand.

Again, a ’K’.

Let’s see how far they have come in rescuing us, Kitty~