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[rockabillyboy]

Once they're in the apartment, Jack drops his bag. He finds himself skittish, suddenly, which is ridiculous, but they've admitted to a lot, this morning, and it's taking a whole to settle. He turns to face Poison, starting to tug his shirt over his head.

"I need to shower."

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[rockabillyboy]

"I didn't mean to make you feel..." He frowns. "I love who you are now, okay? I just...I want to know everything." He touches the side of Poison's face. "All of you, you know?"

[afabulouskilljoy]

Poison turns his head towards Jack's touch. "I'll work on getting there... promise. Just. Everything before Poison had to go away for a while. You met that kid for a few days and it freaked both of you out." He smiles a little.

Maybe it isn't completely fair to say it like that - but it was also a little true. The insecurity, the fear, the pain. Those were all things that the persona of Poison had been built to hide.

[rockabillyboy]

"I freaked out because I found you covered in your own blood, Poison," says Jack, his tone gently admonishing. "You can be whatever you need to around me. Always."

[afabulouskilljoy]

"What if there hadn't been blood? Just me with a smudge of dark hair, totally despondent?" Poison kind of wants to know. Because if he hadn't gotten out of bed, that's what Jack would've found.

[rockabillyboy]

"Then I'd have made you eat and got in there with you," he says, gently. "Whatever you needed me to do. You scared the shit of me and I had no choice but to cope for you." He shrugs.

[afabulouskilljoy]

"You've always got a choice, Jack," he says with a little sigh, though he gets what Jack means. He eases closer to cuddle against him.

"I had brown hair."

[rockabillyboy]

"Not when you were like that. Dee needed me too." He wraps both arms around Poison. "What shade? Lighter or darker than mine?"

[afabulouskilljoy]

"I think about the same." He reaches up to touch Jack's hair. "Maybe a little different? It's been a while since I've seen it."

[rockabillyboy]

Jack leans back like he's trying to picture it.

"Yeah, I can't see that," he says, smiling.

[afabulouskilljoy]

"Maybe someday, I don't know." He's sure Girl wouldn't be thrilled, and he's also not sure he can just go back to being that person. He's been Poison a long time. And maybe they overlap in a lot of ways, but yeah.

[rockabillyboy]

"I like the red," he says, tugging on a strand, teasing lightly. "How old was he when you moved to California?"

[afabulouskilljoy]

"Just a kid still. Ten, I guess?" Poison nods a bit, thinking that sounded right. "Mom didn't want us being that close to D.C. I guess."

[rockabillyboy]

"Yeah, that's young," he says. "I can still hear Jersey when you talk, though."

[afabulouskilljoy]

Poison grins a little. "Yeah?" He nudges his nose against Jack's cheek. "What would you know about Jersey, California boy?"

[rockabillyboy]

"Kavinsky's from New Jersey," he says. "Well. Sort of. And I had a couple of friends at school whose parents moved West." He smiles. "Never lived anywhere but San Francisco."

[afabulouskilljoy]

"Gotcha." He cuddles close and rests his head against Jack's shoulder. "Not the worst place to grow up. I saw it a couple times before traveling got harder."

[rockabillyboy]

"My dad was always in politics, from when I was small. Got into office when I was twelve, so that meant the big house up on the hill." He shrugs. "Mom's on a lot of boards. Charities. That sort of thing."

[afabulouskilljoy]

Poison makes a face. "That seems unfair. Like, you didn't get to be a kid, you got to be a prop." It bothers him for some reason. He didn't get to be a kid for long either, but he also grew up in a shit-show version of the world Jack knows.

[rockabillyboy]

"Me and Jillie did okay," he says, smiling a little at the thought of her. "We had each other, you know? You've got a brother. You know what it's like. But I guess it's more. With twins."

[afabulouskilljoy]

"Definitely more with twins. Even if me and Kid could talk to each other without talking," he says with a laugh. "It used to freak Ghoul out."

[rockabillyboy]

"Me and Jillie never did that secret language shit, but I always knew what she was thinking," he says, huffing a laugh. "Like I oculd hear her in my head."

[afabulouskilljoy]

He smiles. "We didn't quite have that. We just knew each other really well, y'know? And we could talk through like... expressions. Eyebrows." He laughs and shakes his head.

[rockabillyboy]

"It got harder when she got sick, but we still had that," he says. "They used to let me ignore visiting hours for her."

[afabulouskilljoy]

"Good, because siblings shouldn't count when it comes to visitor hours," he huffs.

[rockabillyboy]

"Sometimes, she couldn't sleep if I wasn't there," he says. "So they'd call and I'd come. I'd drive over, sleep in a chair. In the bed with her. Whatever she needed."