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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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.