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~*~     It was with a closer look Chad gazed at the envelope in Tristan’s hand. The frail paper torn rather clumsily. Judging from the edge, something rather colourful was hidden inside. ‘It’s a card?’ Chad sniffled cautiously, gazing back at Tristan who undeniably appeared under a lot pressure. Pulling out the card, he held it indecisively. ‘I can’t read it.’ He uttered with hopelessness, letting it drop from his sight. ‘Honey… I’m sure it’s fine.’ ‘How do you know? Maybe it’s just another trick to twist things around.’ Chad stood quiet, eyeing Tristan who looked more upset by the second. Kneeling down, Chad reached for the card. Gazing at the image more closely, he thought it looked quite harmless, painted with green and orange leaves. ‘Let me read it..? And I’ll let you know what is says.’ Placing the card onto a hard surface, Chad suggested it gently. ‘Fuck.’  It was with a tense conduct that Tristan started walking aimlessly across the room.  Chad sniffled. Another tickle lingered in the irksome nose and he knew he’d have to sneeze in a matter of seconds. At the same time he didn’t want to cut the serious atmosphere and diverge Tristan from the emotions he was dealing with. ‘Think about it for a few minutes. There’s no rush.’ He said soothingly, slipping into the bathroom.   ‘…..hh, hhhh’gnx!’uh, ha’Knuxgtsch!!’sho… Tu'scho!-Prftsschu!! …hhhh, EITSCH’xtschmm!!’ Stifling the sneezes harshly into a towel wasn’t exactly easy but he managed. Thinking that the thick fabric was a good substitute. Wiping the nose off with the cloth, he became aware that each time he thought he was done sneezing, the sharp itch returned, causing him into a vulnerable status. Done with the towel, he decided to put it on top of the shelf. In case Tristan would use it himself by accident. He sneaked out just as quickly, finding Tristan in one of the armchairs.   ‘Honey…’ Positioning himself on the floor, he put his hand on Tristan’s thigh, looking into his eyes which were tearing up. ‘…it’s okay.’ ‘Can’t we just throw that shit in the trash?’ He sniffled. ‘I don’t care what it fucking says.’ ‘Maybe it’s important..?’ Chad mentioned softly. ‘And what if it’s not?’ Tears were beginning to fall from his eyes but he quickly removed them with the back of his hand. ‘I can’t fucking do this. I refuse.’ Tristan stood and Chad lost contact. Snatching the card from the table, Tristan ripped it in half and stomped towards the window and threw it out in the open. ‘Done. See if I fucking care.’ Chad found it hard seeing Tristan so upset and not knowing what to say, and to comfort him in the current temper would be difficult. Especially since he already was afraid of rejections. ‘Is there anything I can do..?’ He asked quietly. Putting his hands on hips, Tristan shook his head whilst looking down. Getting up from the floor, Chad approached slowly. Wrapping his arms ever so tenderly around Tristan’s waist. His reaction was subdued at first. Gently, Chad let his fingers slide at Tristan’s back. It wasn’t until then he answered to the comforting conduct and returned the closeness. ‘It’s going to be okay.’ Chad assured him softly, feeling Tristan leaning in and burying his face into his shoulder. They stood motionless for several minutes. The intense breathing relaxed while Tristan sniveled into Chad’s shirt. ‘I need some air.’ He said with a sigh before parting them. Using the ends of his sweater to dry off his face. ‘I’ll change and go for a run.’   While Tristan was away, Chad required some refreshing air too. Standing on the patio, he inhaled softly through the nose which kept bugging him. Looking to his left, he suddenly noticed something laying beneath the bushes. Crouching down, he tried to avoid the huge flowerbed, situated right next to it. Crawling further, he reached out his hand to grab the material. He sniffled. His nose didn’t cooperate at all and he figured it was already affected by some sort of reaction to the flowers. And with that thought he began to hitch, the strong build up initiating fast. ’Eh’knx!’ He stifled the sneeze freely, his fingers grabbing a hold of the item. ‘….eh’Kxtschao!! …ugh.’ Finding a standing a position, he dusted off the trousers. ‘…uh’Knxutsch!!’tschoo… oh my-hh’’KNXghscho!!’ He stifled harshly, ending it with a quiet wimp. Gazing at the card which belonged to Tristan within his fingers. ‘…hh, hhhh….K’TXscho!!’ ....hhhhh’Eisch’schew!!!! ugh.’ He sniffled, wiping his nose off with the wrist. Sticking the card into the pocket of the black pants, he was thankful that Tristan wasn’t at home to witness the discouraging episode.   Returning back, Tristan went straight for the shower. Allowing him to take his time, Chad waited patiently. And when he finally stepped out, his body language appeared much calmer. ‘Hi babe.’ His lips met his cheek. Moist at the touch. A lovely scent swept up Chad’s nostrils. Lovely but activating the already building tickle. He sniffled. Enthralled by the sweet intimacy, lightly blushing. ‘Hi…’ He sniffled again. ‘…how was the run?’ ‘Fucking awesome.’ ‘…good.’ Another wet sniffle trailed in the sensitive nasal passages. . ‘…very good.’ Tristan leaned in for a kiss. ‘You’ve already started dinner? It smells amazing in here.’ ‘Oh…’ Chad stalled, using a firm finger rubbing at the nose. ‘…it’s uh… chicken curry.’ ‘Can’t wait to taste it.’ Chad only nodded with the intensity of a pre-sneeze expression unfolding over his face. He turned away from Tristan completely. Hands up this face. His eyes squeezing sharply shut. ‘Gnnh’scho! …gnnhx!-GNXSHh!-Ngxt'schu!!’ ‘Aw bless you so much sweetie.’ A wonderful caress met Chad’s neck. ‘…hh’Gnisch!!’scho… oh. Thank you…’ He sniffled wetly. Frustrated to have the tickle return just the same. ‘Everything okay with you?’ ‘Yea just a little extra sn… uh yea I’m okay.’ Chad reminded himself on the earlier promise that he’d made. He was resilient about sticking to it, too. ‘…okay? Good. Now let’s eat I’m starving.’   THE NEXT DAY   Chad sniffled thickly at the breakfast table. Waking up earlier from a completely stuffed up nose, barely able to breathe. Feeling the nose starting to run, he brought another tissue at the nose, wiping at it hastily. He felt the nostrils flare at the touch. He was going to sneeze again. Which he’d already done so many times that same morning. ‘…uh’WRESCH’gnxhh!!’uh…’ He lashed into it, his breath shaking, he inhaled deeper. ‘uh’EIIISSCH’schew!! Oh jeez.’ The nose dripped. He had no choice but to blow it. The noise extremely wet and clogged up. He cringed at the sound. ‘Good morning babe.’ Tristan was up. Chad tensed. Starting to collect the used tissues laying around the surface. ‘…uh, you okay?’ ‘I got a cold.’ He confessed with a guilty look. ‘Oh. You must have caught it from me?’ ‘Most probably.’ He sniffled with a useless motion. ‘Aren’t you gonna go back to bed?’ Feeling a hand resting at the shoulder, Chad felt like leaning against it. ‘Soon. There’s some stuff I have… to…’ His voice trembled with a hitching manner. The itch traveled deeper in the sensitive nostrils, meeting the spot, reaching the turbulent release. ‘….AhRESCHo!!’WASCHscho!!-WRE'YSCHhhoo!!-uh’AWRESCHschho!!!! ...oh Jesus.’ The quadruple of loud sneezes left him quite stunned and overwhelmed. He’d never sneezed so fast and aggressively before. With a dumbfounded look on his face, Tristan looked amazed too. ‘Fuck. Uh. That was… uhm. Bless you?’ ‘Thanks.’ Chad blushed, covering a new tissue over the nose. ‘Sorry about that.’ ‘Uh. Yea. Uhm. Can I get you anything, tea? I’m making coffee, too.’ He spoke, still keeping a floored looked on his face, tending to the coffee machine.  ‘Tea would be lovely.’ ‘Got it.’ Chad sniffled into the tissues. The stuffy nose needed another blow but Chad abandoned the urge, compensating with the soft papers pressed against the quivering nostrils. ‘Milk?’ Tristan asked with his back to him. ‘Sure.’ He breathed with a muffling sound into the tissues. He necessarily needed to sneeze again and the unavoidable was building alarmingly fast without precaution. ‘WRESCH’GNxtsch!!’ Tristan turned half way, giving Chad a significant glance. ‘WRESCHscho!!-eh… eh’yERESCHschoo!!’ ‘….baby, bless you.’ ‘Goodness. Forgive me.’ ‘…your tea.’ He placed the cup down and seated across. ‘…thank you so much.’ Tristan kept sipping the coffee quietly. Chad remained silent, too. ‘So for how long you’ve had that cold without tellin’ me?’ Tristan eventually opened his mouth. ‘Uhm, what do you mean without telling you?’ Chad wiped with the tissues at the nose, before placing them down at the table. ‘You never mentioned you felt bad.’ ‘I didn’t though? Until I… worsened.’ ‘Oh, right. So for how long exactly?’ ‘…approximately two days.’ Chad admitted, feeling a little interrogated. Having another sip of the coffee, Tristan observed Chad rather skeptically. ‘…you don’t want to talk about it?’ He asked nonchalantly. ‘Uhm… what is there to talk about?’ Sniffling thickly, Chad answered somewhat guarded. ‘…nothing, I guess.’ Tristan responded with a shrug, putting the cup back at lips. ‘…aren’t you gonna drink your tea?’ ‘You’re asking a lot of questions this morning…’ He said with a breathy notion, drinking with both hands from the mug. ‘You mind?’ ‘Not at all.’ Clearing his throat, Chad then coughed into the fist. The tea in the cup wobbled as he tried to keep it steady. ‘…so what do you want to talk about?’ ‘Anything… you... oh goodness.’ Putting the cup down, he started coughing more violently into his hands. The harsh outburst triggered something when he all of sudden needed to sneeze all over again. ‘ah’GnxtSCH!!-ThhXusch!! ugh I can’t ….hhh’TSCHu!!’ ‘…bless you.’ ‘…hh’GNIXT!!!'schho… ugh… thank you.’ Feeling his nose dripping behind the hands, he hastily got up from the chair. ‘…just gotta use the… tsX’tschu!!!-the… hhhhh, re'ASCHgnxhhs!!'uh... damnit. I’m going to the bathroom.’ ‘There’s tissues right here babe..!’ Pretending like he didn’t hear, Chad  was already on his way, stifling yet another harsh sneeze, bending him forward.    

Working in the garden for me is halfway fun and halfway torture as I get really exhausted quick and my nose runs all the time. But I do what I can.^^ I live alone in my house yes. Since my ex-girlfriend now is with a woman after 5 1/2 years of relationship, I live alone on 3 floors all by myself and now can sneeze as loud as I want haha. Thank you! I have longer videos. I posted them very recently here in the forum in the YT videos and clips section.

Ohhh, would love that for sure. Wow, would feel nice to know that it's handmade from someone who knows what it means to me to sneeze into it when I do 😍 Thank you!! Yesterday I sneezed so many times and I recorded them, too, on my phone. I recently discovered that after the summer cold I had, I now sneeze so much more in doubles and triples rather than only once. It feels so good always.

Yea, I have a feeling that Tristan definitely will take notice of the absence of sneeze talk from Chad's side. 😏 His reaction to it will be quite interesting, I think. I liked that you enjoyed Tristan's attitude with words. Usually saying whatever comes to mind lol. He's working on it though and sometimes it shows. You are right, Chad's never mentioned the insecurity about his nose before and I am amazed that you remember that from all the chapters posted. Impressive. 😍 Yes Chad worry too much and I know what you mean, I also tend to worry easily, something I do want to try to reduce though. Thank you so much for adding so much thoughts and inspiration. I must confess that creating and writing their story is very helpful in the midst of everything else that I'm dealing with right now.   So true! Though while distancing, the thought of them trying to nestle themselves back in always lingers in the back of Tristan's mind. He's trying to stay resilient though. 🖤   Thank you! Lovely to know you've been catching up with them. Thank you so much. 🌻   There's a lot going on with them right now so much is bound to happen. He is always trying to make Chad feel better about his insecurities, easier said than done though. 🖤

Very cute! ☺️