[Jeff isn't the only awkward one. That comment about liking him... Jeff doesn't mean 'like' like, does he? Forty-five and Cam still feels like utterly unequipped to deal with men in a romantic capacity.]
I like you too. So I won't make you do that. It's really no trouble for me. I've killed goats before.
[Great selling point. Now he thinks you're a Satanist.]
[ Blink blink. Jeff can't tell if they're on the same page or speaking around each other, DEAR GOD THIS IS AS BAD AS HIGH SCHOOL. At least they're not agonizing over Instagram likes, like his students do...
Or is it Snapchat now? Note to self: ask Athena. ]
Goats are jerks. They were probably asking for it.
[ He says that teasingly. DON'T WORRY, CAM, Jeff doesn't mind that there's goat blood on your hands.
Even if he doesn't really mean it when he victim blames the goats!! ]
So...
Should we make this crime against shellfish an actual date? A date-date? A no kids allowed kind of thing?
[ THERE. THERE IS NO MORE AMBIGUITY. JUST MANLY FORWARDNESS!! ]
I like goats, but there's really no picking and choosing when it comes to following local customs. And they're unfortunately tasty.
[There's no denying it this time. Jeff Calhoun is asking him out. On a date. That was unexpected. He's caught completely off-guard. A moment of silence as he collects himself. Or attempts to.]
I don't know about should, but we can.
[ Why are you like this? He laughs nervously at his own bad joke.]
Are you busy tomorrow night? It's fine if you're not. I know it's short notice.
No, maybe tomorrow is bad. It's uh, it's my birthday. That would probably make for an awkward first date.
[Why did he even mention it? He could have just kept his mouth shut.]
No. Wait. Pretty sure you've got me beat at that. And the other things. Are you sure you're actually turning 43? Maybe there's a typo on your birth certificate.
But oh god that tone of voice is doing things to him. Help. At least all the romantic intentions are out in the open now, so he doesn't have to keep playing FLIRTING OR NOT FLIRTING? ]
Not a day over 41! But maybe you've just got really good genes.
[ SOUNDING A LITTLE DREAMY THERE, JEFF. He's probably on his bed, too, lounging, like it's 1989 and this is a flirty phonecall on the family line.
He lets out a somewhat chagrined laugh. ]
I've thought the same thing about you. [ He mulls over it for a moment. ] People tend to expect... Well. I don't know what they expect. Let's just say I'm not good at getting things past the three-date milestone.
I do! I'm a fan of the grey. And the age-appropriateness.
[ Honestly, though, at their age, and with the shit that's already come up, ghosts spilling dirty secrets and everything... They're well past the point of worrying about being too open about their respective issues. Playing coy is a young man's game! ]
What, they were hoping you'd be Christian Grey? [ A beat. ] I didn't read those books, by the way! But, ah. My coworkers. A lot of them...
[ DEVOURED THE BOOKS AND TOLD HIM ALL ABOUT IT. It's not his thing, but hey, if they liked it, he's happy for them. ]
It's not because of what happened twenty years ago.
C'mon, Cam. 'We should try something new together once a week.' [ REMEMBER THAT CONVERSATION? REMEMBER JEFF SUGGESTING THAT? ] Curse my subtle nature.
Something like that. People assume I mix business with pleasure. They expect the man they saw in the field or board room to be the man in the bedroom. Or the idea of that man.
I hate those books on principle.
[A wince, because he does remember now.]
I don't know if you're subtle or I'm clueless. I thought you were being nice.
For what it's worth, I appreciated it. Your reaching out to me.
Well. I'm not interested in Christian Grey. I always preferred Gomez and Morticia, anyway. I mean, if we're talking kinky romance goals! [ HE KIDS, HE KIDS-- he's not kidding that much. They're just-- SIIIIGH-- so supportive of each other, and they communicate so well...
Jeff wants that. He wants a Morticia.
(Is it weird that that's the only fictional couple he can look at as #goals? Why is it so hard to think of any other couple that loves each other that openly and unabashedly?) ]
I'm not nice enough to spend that much time with someone I'm not into. [ He says it fondly, amused. Then, with a laugh, he adds: ] You know I agonized over what to wear when Athena and I made dinner for you? And what to cook! And if it was even a date or not!
[ Cough. ]
I've really liked spending time with you. I didn't want a bunch of fucking ghosts to ruin it.
[Cam likes the sound of Jeff's voice. He doesn't find it to sleep here, but talking like this, warm and comfortable in his bed he can feel himself drifting. How much more comfortable would it be if Jeff were in it?
He'll be taking that thought to bed with him tonight.]
Mm. You might be that nice.
[More laughter, soft and low. What is he supposed to do with this man?]
That's adorable. I had a very good time, and you looked very handsome. Dinner was delicious.
I like spending time with you too. I'm sorry I can be so... Me. I know it's no excuse, but I've been a little understatement of the century stressed. It isn't because I don't like you.
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Not appreciate myself.
[Jeff isn't the only awkward one. That comment about liking him... Jeff doesn't mean 'like' like, does he? Forty-five and Cam still feels like utterly unequipped to deal with men in a romantic capacity.]
I like you too. So I won't make you do that. It's really no trouble for me. I've killed goats before.
[Great selling point. Now he thinks you're a Satanist.]
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Or is it Snapchat now? Note to self: ask Athena. ]
Goats are jerks. They were probably asking for it.
[ He says that teasingly. DON'T WORRY, CAM, Jeff doesn't mind that there's goat blood on your hands.
Even if he doesn't really mean it when he victim blames the goats!! ]
So...
Should we make this crime against shellfish an actual date? A date-date? A no kids allowed kind of thing?
[ THERE. THERE IS NO MORE AMBIGUITY. JUST MANLY FORWARDNESS!! ]
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[There's no denying it this time. Jeff Calhoun is asking him out. On a date. That was unexpected. He's caught completely off-guard. A moment of silence as he collects himself. Or attempts to.]
I don't know about should, but we can.
[ Why are you like this? He laughs nervously at his own bad joke.]
Are you busy tomorrow night? It's fine if you're not. I know it's short notice.
No, maybe tomorrow is bad. It's uh, it's my birthday. That would probably make for an awkward first date.
[Why did he even mention it? He could have just kept his mouth shut.]
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CAM.
CAM!!!! ]
Were you planning on spending your birthday alone?
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I'm turning forty-three. It isn't exactly a special occasion.
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We're gonna have a birthday date.
I mean, it's not like this is our first time having dinner together. It won't be awkward.
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[A long pause, and then some laughter. When Cam speaks again, albeit hesitantly, there’s a warmth to his voice.]
Thank you. I'd like that.
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[ The warmth in Cam's voice has Jeff smiling. ]
Me too. So it's a date!
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[Innocently, while slumping over onto the bed. Finally relaxing. It’s been a long night.]
I’ve always had a thing for older men.
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[ SNORT. It's an amused snort, it's fine. ]
Because we're so sophisticated, right?
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So we'll go with sophisticated.
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I'm rich in... life experience.
No. Wait. Pretty sure you've got me beat at that. And the other things. Are you sure you're actually turning 43? Maybe there's a typo on your birth certificate.
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[Jeff can practically hear his eyelashes flutter. Cam has a very specific tone of voice when he's being coquettish.]
Choose your answer wisely.
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But oh god that tone of voice is doing things to him. Help. At least all the romantic intentions are out in the open now, so he doesn't have to keep playing FLIRTING OR NOT FLIRTING? ]
Not a day over 41! But maybe you've just got really good genes.
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[A creak of the mattress as he lays back and sets the device beside himself.]
I'm surprised you're still single.
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[ SOUNDING A LITTLE DREAMY THERE, JEFF. He's probably on his bed, too, lounging, like it's 1989 and this is a flirty phonecall on the family line.
He lets out a somewhat chagrined laugh. ]
I've thought the same thing about you. [ He mulls over it for a moment. ] People tend to expect... Well. I don't know what they expect. Let's just say I'm not good at getting things past the three-date milestone.
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[A little laugh. He's loving that response. If Cam's device had a cord he would be twirling it around his finger.]
Me either. The first date is usually good, because I'm still mysterious, but once they've gotten to know me--
[Maybe he shouldn't talk about how most of his dates are disappointed in the eventual reveal of the man who is Cameron Waltz.]
I was even more surprised, after the way we met and what we've been through, that you would ask me out.
This isn't because of what happened twenty years ago, is it?
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[ Honestly, though, at their age, and with the shit that's already come up, ghosts spilling dirty secrets and everything... They're well past the point of worrying about being too open about their respective issues. Playing coy is a young man's game! ]
What, they were hoping you'd be Christian Grey? [ A beat. ] I didn't read those books, by the way! But, ah. My coworkers. A lot of them...
[ DEVOURED THE BOOKS AND TOLD HIM ALL ABOUT IT. It's not his thing, but hey, if they liked it, he's happy for them. ]
It's not because of what happened twenty years ago.
C'mon, Cam. 'We should try something new together once a week.' [ REMEMBER THAT CONVERSATION? REMEMBER JEFF SUGGESTING THAT? ] Curse my subtle nature.
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I hate those books on principle.
[A wince, because he does remember now.]
I don't know if you're subtle or I'm clueless. I thought you were being nice.
For what it's worth, I appreciated it. Your reaching out to me.
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Jeff wants that. He wants a Morticia.
(Is it weird that that's the only fictional couple he can look at as #goals? Why is it so hard to think of any other couple that loves each other that openly and unabashedly?) ]
I'm not nice enough to spend that much time with someone I'm not into. [ He says it fondly, amused. Then, with a laugh, he adds: ] You know I agonized over what to wear when Athena and I made dinner for you? And what to cook! And if it was even a date or not!
[ Cough. ]
I've really liked spending time with you. I didn't want a bunch of fucking ghosts to ruin it.
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[Cam likes the sound of Jeff's voice. He doesn't find it to sleep here, but talking like this, warm and comfortable in his bed he can feel himself drifting. How much more comfortable would it be if Jeff were in it?
He'll be taking that thought to bed with him tonight.]
Mm. You might be that nice.
[More laughter, soft and low. What is he supposed to do with this man?]
That's adorable. I had a very good time, and you looked very handsome. Dinner was delicious.
I like spending time with you too. I'm sorry I can be so... Me. I know it's no excuse, but I've been a little
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[ They can joke about that now, right?? ]
Thanks. Well, I had to try to match you in the handsome department... You set a high bar! I can't even slack and let myself go around you!
[ RIGHT, MR. ZERO BODY FAT IS JUST DYING TO LET HIMSELF GO. ]
I like that you can be you around me. I mean, I don't like it when it's... like earlier, but. Don't apologize for the stuff that makes you you.
Besides, I wasn't at my best, either. I'll try to handle it better next time.