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[notrosecolored]

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Re: un: m

[notrosecolored]

I'll use a different method.

[fightcoded]

I can use my neural implants to tell u the best method
if u want

[notrosecolored]

No. I want to figure it out myself

[fightcoded]

ok well im comin in to watch

[ And before Scott can tell him "no," Midnights walks into the bedroom and takes a seat on the floor beside him. ]

[notrosecolored]

[He looks but then huffs and very slowly removes every sock from his drawer, goes from how they're folded together to rolling them together and makes a black to white gradiant of them.

Very, very slowly.

While drinking.]

[fightcoded]

[ He sits cross-legged watching his boyfriend literally fold his fucking socks by their color. Midnighter says nothing, though. Just lets Scott do what he feels like he needs to do. ]

[notrosecolored]

[Scott does eventually stop trying to bore Midnighter into leaving, slam the door shut and... fall back into Mid's lap.]

I'm more pissed off this time than I was last time.

[fightcoded]

[ Midnighter straightens out his legs to give Scott a more comfortable place to lie down. One forearms rests atop the man's chest lightly while the other cards through his dark brown hair. ]

Any reason for that?

[notrosecolored]

[He snorts, and is entirely too drunk to care if he's comfortable. He does adjust himself to basically snuggle in, though.]

Yeah. We didn't get 'back to normal' this time. It feels mean - mostly to her - and that petty cruelty pisses me off.

[fightcoded]

Define "back to normal" for me.

[ For them, normal is a relative and ever-changing state of being. It could mean so many different, equally plausible scenarios. ]

[notrosecolored]

[Good question and without an easy answer, though he has to think about it a little bit. Once he finds it though it seems at least simple.]

Trusting each other again. Comfortable with one another.

[fightcoded]

[ His hand slides softly up and down the back of one of Scott's arms. ]

Damn. That's shitty.

[notrosecolored]

It isn't the first time. I doubt it'll be the last.

Even without accounting for this place.

[That does not make it better]

[fightcoded]

[ Midnighter simply listens, because there's nothing he can do to change how the man feels or solve the problem. ]

You can keep sorting your socks if that's what you want to do. I'm not gonna stop you.

[notrosecolored]

I'm done. I'm going to lay here and be glad I still have you, thanks.

[Also he's drunk.]

[fightcoded]

[ That pulls a laugh out of him. ]

Samesies, Scotty.

[ Taking hold of his hand, he brings it up to his lips for a kiss on his knuckles. Then he turns it over and kisses his palm. ]

[notrosecolored]

[He makes a low, amused, noise.]

You need to spend more time with Jesus.

[fightcoded]

Why's that?

[ Yeah, Scott's drunk. ]

[notrosecolored]

He's just much better at being a person than I am. He's good for you.

[fightcoded]

Yeah, he is. Better at it than me, too. So what?

[ His voice is all indulgent cheer and patience for his boozey boyfriend. ]

You're my guy, Scott. I'll spend as much time with your sopping wet blanket ass as much as I want.

[notrosecolored]

Yeah, I know you will.

Just try to balance it with the guy who likes to pretend he's bad at relationships.

[His voice is all seriousness but also... well, drunken slur and affection]

[fightcoded]

He pretends he's bad at relationships? That boy's really failing at it.

[notrosecolored]

Yeah. Something about good at one night stands but running away if he thinks people care. He's lying to himself.

[fightcoded]

... But we keep coming back to him because we care about him.

[ Mid's computer brain is about to blue screen. ]

[notrosecolored]

Who is we?

[Is it? Just notice you love him, Mid?]