rockabillyboy | (no subject)

Nothing is coming together.

Jack's been working pretty frantically on his portfolio for the last week. He's got lots of pieces mostly done, but nothing done enough to submit. The deadline is looming. He's pinned all of his hopes on getting into art school, starting in the Fall. Mentally, he doesn't really feel prepared to submit anything, though, and that leads to a manic level of work. He's been peripherally aware of Poison all day, hovering in his space, asking him if he wants to do something else for an hour or so.

He's being an asshole, he knows. He can't help it.

"Shit, boo," he says, worrying his lip with his teeth. "I just want to get this piece done, okay?"

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afabulouskilljoy

Poison bites his lip, taking a moment to appreciate the underwear. Then he looks up at Jack's face. "Oh, I dunno. Whatever you want, you're the one working hard." He rolls out of bed, since apparently he's coming to, and grabs his boxer briefs off the floor. He pulls his t-shirt back on, too.

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rockabillyboy

He's used to Poison getting dressed whenever they get out of bed. He doesn't take it personally.

"Do I get you all afternoon or is Dee expecting you home?"

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afabulouskilljoy

"I told her I'd be with her for dinner," he says, following Jack to the kitchen. "You could join us, y'know."

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rockabillyboy

"I don't think she likes me," says Jack, padding over to the fridge and, after a moments deliberation, grabbing left over stir fry. B

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afabulouskilljoy

Poison wrinkles his nose. "She totally mostly likes you," he insists.

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rockabillyboy

"She spends a shitload of time talking to me about Ghoul," points out Jack, shoving the food into the microwave.

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afabulouskilljoy

Poison leans on the counter and stares at it. "Does she?" He rubs his hair. "I mean, he was her other dad, or whatever."

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rockabillyboy

Jack leans back against the counter, studying Poison for a moment. He rubs his cheek, still sore.

"I know," he says. "I'm not saying I don't get it."

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afabulouskilljoy

"Want me to say something?" He lifts his head, eyebrows drawn together a bit. He would. He didn't want anyone making Jack feel bad, not even Sunny.

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rockabillyboy

Jack shakes his head and then pushes away from the counter, crossing the space between them to wrap his arms around Poison from behind. N

"Do you want to talk about?"

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afabulouskilljoy

Poison shrugs. "What is there to talk about? I know he's dead now." And he's still trying to cope with that as much as he can. "He's the only persons he's ever seen me with, that's all."

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rockabillyboy

Jack nods, rests his chin against Poison's shoulder. "Still. If you want to talk about it. About him?"

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afabulouskilljoy

He takes a shaky breath. "I-- do you really wanna hear?" He's tried so hard not to talk about Ghoul around Jack.

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rockabillyboy

"Yeah," he says, squeezing Poison gently. "Yeah, I want to hear."

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afabulouskilljoy

"Eat first," he insists, giving Jack a nudge. "Or I'll talk while you eat. What do you want to know...?"

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rockabillyboy

"What do you think I ought to know about him?" Asks Jack, fetching the food, dividing it between the two bowls. "What would Dee tell me about the two of you?"

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afabulouskilljoy

"She'd probably be a punk about it," he says with a wry look. Poison shrugs. "We knew each other since we were teenagers... kinda fell in together a year or so before we went to rescue Girl."

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rockabillyboy

"Right," Jack says, setting the bowls down on the table and sliding into a seat. He's bought chopsticks and forks so Poison kids. "When you were about my age?"

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afabulouskilljoy

"Yeah. I mean I'd known him for a little longer than that, but we were both kinda young." He shrugs.

"He's... he was... I dunno." Poison thinks of the first time he looked at Ghoul and really felt something. He's spent so much time trying not to think or talk about him, he's almost not sure of the words he wants now.

"He kept me from flying apart. He made all my hard edges soft, kept me from cutting myself apart from the inside. And when he was with me, everything was okay. Even when it really, really wasn't."

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rockabillyboy

Jack feels a little spike of jealousy but he breathes and let's it pass, recognises that there's no way that has a place.

"It sounds..." He pauses for a moment. "God. It must be so hard, babe."

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afabulouskilljoy

Poison keeps his eyes on the table. "I had a feeling... I was so sure everything had gone completely Costa Rica but I was hoping it wasn't true. Then Dee got here and told me how it happened..." He can picture Ghoul, angry and determined and... resigned, maybe.

He rubs his forehead.

"He made me laugh," he says quietly. "Covered in tattoos. Really good shot, could rig anything to explode, I'm sure."

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rockabillyboy

Jack doesn't say anything. A smile pulls at the corner of his mouth at the way Poison describes Ghoul. He reaches under the table and squeezes Poison's bare knee, encouragement, whatever he needs.

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afabulouskilljoy

Poison shakes his head. "And it's--" He shrugs. "I'm sorry, I really shouldn't. Not at you." He reaches under the table to squeeze Jack's hand. It doesn't feel fair to vent all this to him.

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rockabillyboy

"Why not at me?" Reasons Jack, threading their fingers together. "This is a thing. We're a thing. He matters to you. You matter to me." He shrugs. "It's okay, Poison."