[jason huffs half a laugh, at the thought that maybe he doesn't deserve this. it's hard to imagine, when all he can think of is that what he doesn't deserve is someone telling him that he's right.
he leans in to that touch, and closes his eyes to savor it.]
Can't believe you're still sayin' that, after I chased the wife off over coffee.
[he doesn't know what to say to that, and so he accepts the subject change,]
Been your turn the whole time.
[better that than dwelling on disappointing nero again, maybe they can recover some of the mood from before his dumb ass decided to make things weird over coffee]
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He is pretty shitty, though.
[he settles for a half-hearted shrug.]
Your turn.
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He doesn't get to call himself 'good' if he turns around and does this. It's just wrong.
This isn't normal. It's shouldn't just be, 'oh, that's how he is'. You know that, right??
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Beat my mom, and probably me. Alcoholic, the whole nine yards.
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[His face trembles, before he just-- buries himself into hugging Jason. Almost more for his own sake than for his.
It just. Hurt to think about. It wasn't fair.]
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and enough to try and calmly run his hand through nero's hair, massaging lightly to reassure him.]
He's long gone. But everything about this-- I'm used to it.
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I wish you weren't.
You deserve better. I'll keep saying that as long as I need to. You do.
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[he pauses for a long time, and finally, glances away, admitting quietly,]
... I just wish he'd trust me.
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Even I know that, and I'm an idiot.
[Nero swallows the lump in his throat, and strokes Jason's hair]
If he can't, then he doesn't deserve you.
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he leans in to that touch, and closes his eyes to savor it.]
Can't believe you're still sayin' that, after I chased the wife off over coffee.
[but his tone is a little more relaxed anyway]
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It's not a big deal. You've always made things right, Jason... even without me asking.
Anyone who really knows you knows you've got a good heart.
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[he looks over at him, now opening his eyes.
his hand smoothes over his cheek, fingertips dancing along skin.]
Anyway. We don't gotta think about this anymore. It's over.
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Come home with me.
[He trusts Jason. He wants Jason. Please.]
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[he looks him in the eyes, searching.
thinking.
hesitating, before,]
I can't.
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You can. You just aren't ready to believe it yet.
[He breathes out the pent-up air inside him.]
...I guess it's my turn.
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Been your turn the whole time.
[better that than dwelling on disappointing nero again, maybe they can recover some of the mood from before his dumb ass decided to make things weird over coffee]
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That is, some sexy floating demons try to seduce him and he is having none of it. He will not be swayed by mysterious rusalka, thank you.]
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There's my pure boy. Not swayed by the question of "can I fuck it?"
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Who would wanna fuck some random floating girls anyway??
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[and he leans in to kiss his neck lightly]
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I've-- got real discerning taste, y'know.
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Much more discerning.
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Plus - you couldn't tell, but that toad? Smelled like rank garbage.
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[he teases lightly, shifting to get a little more comfortable.]
I'm dating the most discerning guy in Tokyo-F. Aren't I lucky.
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