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<faraday> (after the date auction, late)

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oren

oren are you around

pls say yes

<Coin Prince>

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Will you tell me what pls is if I say yes?

I'm here, yes.

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its please but shorter so its easier to type

dont make me pay attention to typing righ t now

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[Oh... that sounds kind of sad.]

Is everything alright?

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no.

[Look, Oren, he even punctuated a little bit for you. There's some effort here.

The next response takes a minute, though.]

how do you get over things besides with alcohol

bc im already kind of drunk i think

maybe more than kind of i dont know

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Things like what, exactly?

Actually, company. Company, I believe, so shall I come over?

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no

i mean yeah

i mean

i want you to but its embarrassing ok

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Embarrassing? With me? There's no need.

I'm coming right now.

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ok fine but no judging

doors not locked

[And the reason for that comment on judgment will be clear as soon as Oren gets there. Ryan's sprawled on his back in the bed, a pillow over his face to block the light (or keep Oren from getting a good look at him); his shirt's a pile of fabric on the floor, he's wearing one sock, and he's doing his best to pretend he's just dead to the world right now.

Maybe it'll get Oren to go away and leave him to wallow. It's not great logic, but look, that's not a strong point for Ryan right now.]

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[Now this is a sad sight. He'd told Mattias of his emergency and left quickly, with the same robes he'd arrived in, minus the silver. It doesn't take long to get there, thankfully. Once he's memorized a city, he can maneuver it easily enough— but it's the sight of Ryan that gets his steps to slow.

Still, he approaches the bed, gently nudging against it as he walks to alert Ryan of his presence, if the door wasn't enough.]

Now, will you tell me what's happened, or is it best if I ask?

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I'm an idiot, is what happened.

[There's a truly pathetic little groan muffled into the pillow, and he shifts to face away from Oren, the pillow clutched against him as he rolls onto his side.]

You know something? You know-- they said the definition of insanity's doing the same thing over and over and expecting something different to happen. So I guess that's what's wrong with me.

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You're no idiot, I know that much.

[Carefully, he slips to sit beside Ryan on the bed, taking up whatever space is left between his body and the edge. His hands are gloved, he was careful to remember that much, but he still moves a hand to trace down Ryan's back, idly comforting.]

But what I don't know is what you think you've done. [His hand pauses at Ryan's back and he turns in towards him more, leaning over him, trying to peer at his face.]

What were you trying?

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I fucked up.

[Still muffled into the pillow-- he's staunchly refusing to remove it himself, though he does seem to relax just slightly at Oren's touch.]

I took someone on a date and I shouldn't have and I'm pretty sure I made everything awkward and he's not going to want to see me again- I mean, he said he did but he was probably just trying to make me feel better, right?

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[At that, he stays quiet for a good few seconds before catching himself. It's strange, the way he reacts to hearing that. A date? A date with who? Regardless of how it had gone, how many people of that possibility were here? He hadn't considered it.

His fingers curl at Ryan's back and scrunch a few times, trying to relax him further as he leans his weight against him, tries to be light-hearted with it.]

Why bother with such a lie when the truth would end contact? I'm certain words like that must have been true. But why do you assume you shouldn't have?

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[Oren leans his weight against him and Ryan leans right back, reflexively seeking the comfort of his presence there despite his efforts to keep a little distance.]

Because it was stupid, Oren, I don't know what I expected. Always goes the same way. Should've just-- skipped the embarrassing part and never said anything.

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Come here.

[Oren's already shifting so that he's laying on the bed, mostly, an arm wrapping around Ryan as his own chest presses closer. Perhaps it's too intimate of a motion for the situation at hand, but they've been intimate, and he finds himself wanting to be closer.] Face me, at least.

You have feelings for him, is that right? Your mystery date? [Carefully, a hand slides up to curl at Ryan's hair.]

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Mmf.

[A grumbled reply to Oren's encouragement-- but he does roll over, reluctantly at first.

Once he has, though, he abandons the pillow and edges in closer, an arm wrapping around Oren in turn as he tilts his head into Oren's touch.]

...yeah. I do. I guess he just didn't have any feelings for me. [He exhales a long, shaky breath there, with a little shake of his head.] Kinda expected that, I just-- hoped I was wrong.

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[With the advantage of this position, Oren moves closer and leans so that their foreheads touch, as light as it is. The hand in Ryan's hair stays there, stroking down it occasionally as he continues to ignore the strange feeling in his own stomach.]

And so you drink so much you end in this state?

[His tone is scolding, but incredibly gently. It's nearly a whisper, his eyes focused on Ryan's whether they're looking back or not.]

I'm glad you wrote me. Perhaps then I can convince you to stop thinking yourself in such circles. If he has no feelings for you, then I'll tell you now, that's his own mistake.

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I didn't either! I just drank some.

[Ryan, please, don't be proud of being a lightweight.

He's making an attempt at eye contact, looking put out at that gentle scolding, but his eyes are just slightly unfocused.]

It's-- it's not just that, I mean, it'd be fine if he was just... generally not interested. [That comes with an uncoordinated, wide gesture of one arm to make his point.]

...he just doesn't want me. Said he's interested in somebody else.

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Some got you here, did it?

[It's enough to earn a soft laugh, his fingers finally pulling free from Ryan's hair to brush against his cheek.]

Forget about him. If his feelings are elsewhere, then cast yours aside as well. [An overly simple answer, he knows, but it's all part of a big picture here.] I hate to see you so sad.

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[His gaze drops at that, and Ryan remains silent for some time before he finally answers.]

I'm trying. I was trying before I ever said anything.

[Ryan shifts, moving to scoot down so that he can tuck his head beneath Oren's chin, press his face into his neck. His voice is muffled against skin, breath warm against Oren's chill.]

I don't know what I'm doing, Oren. I'm a fucking fish. This-- this isn't supposed to be my biggest problem right now, I should have worse shit to worry about.

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If we could help our worries, they'd be worthless, wouldn't they?

[There's no point trying to control that, he says, while completely hypocritical. His arms wrap more completely around Ryan to hold him close, pressing his mouth close to his ear to comfort him.

He's still cold, but his robes help a bit, and Ryan feels quite warm.]

Close your eyes and rest here for a moment. Thoughts are clouding you and alcohol is no help, but I'm here, aren't I? [A small chuckle.]

You needn't worry about anything right now, Ryan. Only resting.

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If I didn't worry I'd have nothing to do.

[That's emphasized with a huff, but he doesn't need to be encouraged twice. Oren's not warm, but this is comfortable enough despite the chill and- well, how pointy he sort of is, and resting sounds like an awfully good idea after the day he's had. Any other thought he has is met with but then I would have to move.

It may seem for a minute that Ryan's actually fallen asleep already; he's not moving, snuggled up to Oren as much as he can manage, and his breathing seems to have evened out.]

...you're too good to me. Y'know that? You put up with all of my shit and I don't know why.

[This is just physical, isn't it? They're friends, yes, and he cares for Oren, but-- he might not even know how to put it if he were sober. All he knows is that this feels like it's all more intimate than it's supposed to be.

(And that he likes it, honestly.)]

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"Too good?" If anyone is "too good," it's you.

[Incredibly cheesy, but the way he says it is completely genuine. It's warm, settling in slowly, almost sheepishly, and he presses a soft kiss to the top of Ryan's head as a slow afterthought.]

Were you not here for me in every moment I've needed it? [He smiles against his head, now, giving his back a small rub in encouragement.] You should know I care by now.

Either you rest or I get up to fetch you some water, so do make a decision.

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I know you do, I just.

[He shakes his head slowly, settling more heavily against Oren as he tugs the blanket over himself.]

...I don't know. I don't know what this is.

[And after a beat, he gets around to answering that last comment.]

I want you to stay here, though.