[L's a couple in by the time he notices Myr's presence in the bar. It's a reckless kind of relief he experiences, in a way, because the dust has settled. Why the hell can't he see a person he likes talking to? Why can't he approach them and make a playful demand?
It's surreal. It's also, apparently, so audacious that Myr actually agrees to pick up his tab. It proves that the SQUIP was onto something all along, doesn't it? Confidence can make any request fly, from anyone, but... no, that's not quite right. Myr never disliked him; Myr never wanted to hurt him. Myr's intentions, like the SQUIP's, were always good, and L is the snake in the middle who deserves the efforts of neither.
The alcohol he's already imbibed has made him bolder, more willing to initiate both conversation and contact. He reaches for Myr's hand, drawing his fingertips toward the side of his head where a scar that his hair covers visually is extremely tactilely apparent.]
I'm actually extremely lucky...
[He pauses before chuffing a breath of quiet laughter.]
I've spent a lifetime not being handsome, so this isn't really a step back, or anything.
[His partner is another story. His partner is home, now, and miserable, and incomplete, and angry. L told himself that this was a bid to get his head together, rethink his strategy... but secretly, maybe the opportunity to get away for a bit was tempting.
He'll go home, and resume being there even if he hates the way the situation makes him feel helpless.]
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It's surreal. It's also, apparently, so audacious that Myr actually agrees to pick up his tab. It proves that the SQUIP was onto something all along, doesn't it? Confidence can make any request fly, from anyone, but... no, that's not quite right. Myr never disliked him; Myr never wanted to hurt him. Myr's intentions, like the SQUIP's, were always good, and L is the snake in the middle who deserves the efforts of neither.
The alcohol he's already imbibed has made him bolder, more willing to initiate both conversation and contact. He reaches for Myr's hand, drawing his fingertips toward the side of his head where a scar that his hair covers visually is extremely tactilely apparent.]
I'm actually extremely lucky...
[He pauses before chuffing a breath of quiet laughter.]
I've spent a lifetime not being handsome, so this isn't really a step back, or anything.
[His partner is another story. His partner is home, now, and miserable, and incomplete, and angry. L told himself that this was a bid to get his head together, rethink his strategy... but secretly, maybe the opportunity to get away for a bit was tempting.
He'll go home, and resume being there even if he hates the way the situation makes him feel helpless.]
Do you know... it's my birthday today. I'm 26.