donkeyballs | Reverie: IC Inbox

I thought he was givin' you grief and unwanted attention. But you seemed fine, so I just misread it.

[ Someone please kill him. ]

no, i mean after that.

[ Christ, could someone please kill him? Just. Just kill him. And make it stick. ]

I don't know, Gunny, he was standing around naked the day he was born. More naked, maybe. I feel like no matter what was goin' on there it's probably none of my business.

jesus, alex.
you think my idea of foreplay is making guys strip in the middle of a hallway?

[ Just a little death? Just long enough to never have this conversation. ]

that's not

[ Typed that out a little too fast and sent it before he could delete it. Kill him? Kill him. ]

I ain't trying to make any assumptions or ideas on anythin'.

yeah, you are. that's exactly what you were doing.

And you know I wouldn't if I could have a single damn straight thought in my head.

I'm sorry.

it's okay. no harm done.
if i didn't know better i would have guessed you were jealous or something.

[ It's too long, the lag between the message being sent and the reply. It twisted horribly in his gut, the if I didn't know better. He'd asked for death. He got it. ]

That ain't somethin' you have to worry about from me, Gunny.

[ Because even if he was jealous, he was not going to let it impact her again. ]

[Something about this still feels off in a way she can't pinpoint. It's the gaps between replies and the odd answers.]

you sure you're okay, alex?

No, I'm pretty far from okay, but I think that's a given, at this point. If we ever get to sleep again, I'll feel better.

do you want me to come keep you company for a while?

[ He sighed, leaning his head back on the wall. He felt like a frayed wire, emotions all over the place and right at the surface. He knew he should say no. That his best bet of keeping his friendship with her in tact was just keepin' the hell away until he could maybe not act like a complete ass.

And yet. ]

I ain't gonna say no, if you're up for it.

i'm always up for it. where are you?

[ This was a bad god damned idea, Kamal. He looked around, but he was just in the middle of a hallway, sitting on the floor like an asshole. God damn it. ]

I'm headin' for the observation deck.

Figured if I had to listen to this god damn music I could at least pretend the stars were singin' it.

i'm in. see you in five.

[ He sighed, staring down at the comm on his wrist for several more seconds, before slowly pulling himself up. Don't Stop Believing started for the 8 millionth time and he sighed even harder. He dragged himself up on the floor - knocked his head against the bulkhead two times completely on purpose, just to kick himself, and then started up towards the Observation deck. He got there before she did, and found a place to sit, slumping down into it as if the gravity was four times as strong as it actually was. ]

[Bobbie finds him easily enough, and she's not entirely surprised to see him practically collapsed. She can't blame him, but that doesn't mean she's not worried. She sits down beside him, nudging her shoulder into his as she does.]

Earthers have shitty taste in music.

[ It's ridiculous, the way that her shoulder brushing his makes a weird sort of energy run right up his spine. If he didn't know better he'd say he felt high, with the way that his emotions were just all over the place. He bumps her back, though, a gentle elbow against hers. ]

They made some decent country, back in the day, but this ain't that, that's for sure. Some of it reminds me of Belter music, though. That one Highway to Hell song - swear I've heard it in a bar on Tycho before, but in Belter.

[She feels a rush of overwhelming fondness that catches her off guard, and she can't help but grin.]

You know you're a Mariner Valley stereotype, don't you?

[ He felt the heat rise to his face at the exact same time that the answering grin did. He couldn't help it. ]

And proud of.

[Bobbie laughs, bumping her shoulder into his more firmly this time.]

At this point, I'd take your music playing on loop just for a change of pace.

[ It was stupid, how pleased he felt, from that joke and that simple bump, enough that it made his heart skip a beat. Damn. Damn, damn, damn, he was neck fuckin' deep, wasn't he? ]

You'd learn to love it, I bet. [ He grinned. ] Or, hell, at this rate, maybe I'd learn to hate it. They could be playin' my favourite damn song and I'd probably still want to shove forks in my ears. [ He says that, and yet he ... looks way too happy, at the moment. So sue him. ]

Probably be easier to do the two-step to, though.

[Which maybe means she didn't mind that so much.]

[ The piercing fondness was so deep it hurt and he just smiled at her for a second before his hand reached out, entirely of its own volition, to find hers and give it a warm squeeze. ]

... Thanks, Gunny. Sorry that I'm a bit of an idjit.

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