[But so begins Kieran's walk through the halls, looking for Harry - he starts by going straight to his room, still texting on the way. (And also eating a twizzler.)]
[Lucky for him, Kieran is inquisitive. And a snoop. He comes in, spends a moment in Harry's room (really debating poking around,) before he goes through to the other suite. He stands in the doorway, stopping what he's typing, and just quietly goes 'ah' under his breath. Puts his phone away in a hoodie pocket, and moves closer to Harry. Nudging him with his toe.]
If you've got whiskey dick, we can do something else, y'know.
[He stands at his side, and reaches down with both arms - taking a grip of Harry's arm and giving a pull. He's small but he's got experience using leverage to his advantage; oof, c'mon. C'mon...]
[Kieran works well in a crunch, even if he has to dial back his brain a bit from thinking of a hook up to now... whatever this is. He liked the reward of being a sugarbaby for the little he had to do (sex and attention? psh, easy) and now this is part two of Harry pitching him a wild throw and rather than letting it sail past him, he feels oddly compelled to follow it. Ugh, empathy. Why couldn't he not have that, alongside not feeling pain.]
You comfy? Here, you should probably take that shirt off.
[He leans to start unbuttoning; but also leans into the touch. If it appeases Harry and makes getting him a little more stripped, it works for Kieran.]
[Kieran wrestles the shirt off, but leaves it under him. He'll roll him over later - for now, he just slips out of his shoes; he's lucky he came over in sweats, because it makes crawling up on the bed and around Harry a little easier. He tucks a pillow under his head, and takes a long moment before he replies.]
You don't want me to love you, do you?
[It was never on the docket. But something else obviously is, and Kieran is nosy. He crawls to sit next to Harry, brushing his hair back from his forehead. He won't lie to him, though. That's only fair.]
I like you a lot. But like and love are different things.
Yes. Yes, they are. I am, apparently, not very good at telling them apart. I've been dumped. I thought... I very foolishly fell in love with a young man who did not return my feelings. It's all very absurd, really.
I may have taken it better if my ex husband weren't here. I don't know. I slept with him. Isn't that stupid?
[He presses his hand to his eyes for a moment.]
I felt I should ask. Just to keep my head on straight.
[Sorry, tea. Kieran wiggles to take that familiar nook at Harry's side again, slinging his arm over his chest and absently stroking it - playing with that chest hair a bit.]
I like what we have but we've always been pretty clear on what it was, right?
[Kieran trying to do mental math with the gossip factored into remember if it's Alaric or Strange that Harry was married to. Either way, they're both arguably attractive. He nuzzles in to listen, because that's one of the things he's best at.]
I think that's pretty normal. Especially after you've been dumped. You need some time to think about what it is you actually want. And to make sure you're not just going for stuff 'cause you think you should. That's how rebounds happen.
[But point made. Kieran rests his chin on Harry after moving to lay more soundly against him, climbing up to do so - scaling him like the world's saddest mountain, belly to belly. This lets him stare into his face a bit, legs straddling either side of him. It is surprisingly lacking in sensuality. For now, anyway.]
But having emotion's nothing to be weird about. It means your human. Living and learning. Do you wanna talk about either of 'em? The one that dumped you, or the ex you're still kinda into?
[It's weirdly comforting to have Kieran on top of him. Not really sexy, but that's okay.
Harry sighs and hooks his arms around him.]
The first is Timoteo Salvatore. The one with the porn tape. ...our porn tape. Koby filmed it. The more I really think about the entire situation, the stupider I feel.
I'm not into my ex, I'm... I don't know how to describe it. Not having Alaric was, for a long time, like missing a limb. We were married. We lived together. For years. Every day I woke up to that man and I thought... how lucky I was.
[His eyes are wet.]
It's... very difficult to acknowledge that you're just absolutely shit at making people happy.
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when do you wanna do it
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Only you must come peel me off the floor.
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where r u?
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I think.
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[But so begins Kieran's walk through the halls, looking for Harry - he starts by going straight to his room, still texting on the way. (And also eating a twizzler.)]
are you drunk
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[Yeah, he's... not there. But the door to the bathroom is open, and then the door to the adjoining room as well.
Harry, it turns out, is on Will Graham's floor.]
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If you've got whiskey dick, we can do something else, y'know.
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Help me up, my dear boy.
[Waving a hand in the air.]
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[He stands at his side, and reaches down with both arms - taking a grip of Harry's arm and giving a pull. He's small but he's got experience using leverage to his advantage; oof, c'mon. C'mon...]
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He sits up with a grunt and looks around.]
...not my room. Where are we, darling? Nevermind, who cares.
[He gets to his feet and wobbles his way through the bathroom to his own room.]
Aha! Success!
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I don't know, who the fuck shares your room?
[He aims to deposit Harry on the bed, at least to better maneuver him up on his feet.]
You really wanna go to the roof?
cw: joking about suicide
[Flop. Right onto the bed.]
No. No, that's probably a bad idea. Might leap off.
[He turns so he can reach up and touch Kieran's cheek.]
You're a dear, Kieran.
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You comfy? Here, you should probably take that shirt off.
[He leans to start unbuttoning; but also leans into the touch. If it appeases Harry and makes getting him a little more stripped, it works for Kieran.]
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[Harry wriggles and sort of kind of helps get his shirt off. He lays there, hairy chest exposed, looking up at the ceiling for a moment.
Then he looks to Kieran and smiles.]
You don't love me. Right?
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You don't want me to love you, do you?
[It was never on the docket. But something else obviously is, and Kieran is nosy. He crawls to sit next to Harry, brushing his hair back from his forehead. He won't lie to him, though. That's only fair.]
I like you a lot. But like and love are different things.
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Yes. Yes, they are. I am, apparently, not very good at telling them apart. I've been dumped. I thought... I very foolishly fell in love with a young man who did not return my feelings. It's all very absurd, really.
I may have taken it better if my ex husband weren't here. I don't know. I slept with him. Isn't that stupid?
[He presses his hand to his eyes for a moment.]
I felt I should ask. Just to keep my head on straight.
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[Sorry, tea. Kieran wiggles to take that familiar nook at Harry's side again, slinging his arm over his chest and absently stroking it - playing with that chest hair a bit.]
I like what we have but we've always been pretty clear on what it was, right?
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[He curls his arm around Kieran. It feels good.]
I knew it was a bad idea, but... I miss him. God help me, I miss him. Doesn't hurt that he's gorgeous, I suppose. You've probably seen him.
And yes. We have. But then, that's how this other mess started too, so... I don't know. I'm a mess, Kieran. I don't know who I've become.
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I think that's pretty normal. Especially after you've been dumped. You need some time to think about what it is you actually want. And to make sure you're not just going for stuff 'cause you think you should. That's how rebounds happen.
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[A sigh. He really is miserable.]
Stupid.
...and now I'm trying not to cry on the kid who blows me for computer games. Good Lord, who am I?
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[But point made. Kieran rests his chin on Harry after moving to lay more soundly against him, climbing up to do so - scaling him like the world's saddest mountain, belly to belly. This lets him stare into his face a bit, legs straddling either side of him. It is surprisingly lacking in sensuality. For now, anyway.]
But having emotion's nothing to be weird about. It means your human. Living and learning. Do you wanna talk about either of 'em? The one that dumped you, or the ex you're still kinda into?
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Harry sighs and hooks his arms around him.]
The first is Timoteo Salvatore. The one with the porn tape. ...our porn tape. Koby filmed it. The more I really think about the entire situation, the stupider I feel.
I'm not into my ex, I'm... I don't know how to describe it. Not having Alaric was, for a long time, like missing a limb. We were married. We lived together. For years. Every day I woke up to that man and I thought... how lucky I was.
[His eyes are wet.]
It's... very difficult to acknowledge that you're just absolutely shit at making people happy.
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