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fellas is it gay if you can magically read your best bros thoughts (OPEN)

Who: Rich and others
When: Morning and noonish, November 15
Where: Jeremy, Rich, and Michael's home
What: Rich and Jeremy's Bonding ceremony and celebration
Warnings: none

i. Bonding (Closed)

[Jeremy shows up at Rich's door bright and early the next morning. Despite how Rich claimed that suits weren't required, Jeremy still put together the nicest-looking thing in his wardrobe. His hair is slicked back, his skin is clearer than usual (where did he find concealer?), and he's used up a good chunk of his precious deodorant that he brought with him through the mirror.

The SQUIP had a lot of drawbacks, being an evil mind-controlling robot and all, but it taught Jeremy a valuable lesson: Jeremy cleans up good.

When Rich opens the door, Jeremy's waiting expectantly, hands behind his back and bouncing on his toes. It's clear that he's been there a while.]

You ready to go?

ii. Announcement (Open)

[To announce their Bond and to celebrate, Rich and Jeremy have opened the house up for any and everyone who wants to check it out--both quietly not mentioning how empty the space seems with Justine's recent disappearance. At Rich's suggestion, they've sent an open invitation out on the watch network to anyone who wants to drop by and offer congratulations.

Their budget isn't huge, but Jeremy's insistence on hospitality means that they've got enough finger food and drinks for people to try out. There's no alcohol.

Jeremy's still nervous even though the deed is done, so he's bustling around constantly to make sure that everything is perfectly neat, that they've got enough seats, and that nobody needs a refill. In his rush, bringing a hot tray of cookies from the oven straight onto a serving tray, he bumps into you. As he turns around to see who he's plowed over, he rushes to apologize. The niceties run into themselves before he even sees your face.]

Shoot--I'm sorry--thanks for coming!

iii. Wildcard (Open)

[Jeremy and Rich are both available to talk about their new bond with your character. Let me know if you want a specific situation!]

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[Jeremy gives in and takes Rich's hand. He's pretty sure his palms are already damp. Great. Last chance to bail, Rich.]

Oh, you mean--haha, it sounded like you got mar--bonded a couple different times. Gosh. Okay. No one told me about magic classes on orientation day.

[Way to make pointless small talk. As they start to walk, Jeremy steers them toward the kitchen for a moment.]

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[Rich gives Jeremy's hand a squeeze, apparently unbothered by any sweaty palms.]

Nah, it was just the once. And hell, even if they did mention it, you were probably too freaked to remember. I know I was kind of weirded out.

[He's surprised when he's rerouted, but smiles curiously.]

What's over here? The door's this way, bud.

[Jeremy lets out a shaky breath but responds with a smile.]

Right. Yeah. I wanted to do this the last way, and it was kind of last minute, but...

[On the kitchen table are two flower bundles in water cups like miniature bouquets. Jeremy lets go of Rich's hand to head over to them and shake off the water, wiping the stems on his pants for good measure--an awkward teenage imitation of decorum.]

The bou... button--the flowers you put in your lapel buttonhole.

[One of the boutonnieres is a cluster of delphinium, the other a magenta carnation with a lavender ribbon. Jeremy holds the delphinium to himself at first, offering the magenta to Rich. Then he changes his mind, holding the latter close and handing Rich the former. He pulls them back to himself, conflicted.]

Uh--which one would you like?

Well, yeah, I mean, if you needed more time...

[Rich is already rambling, up until he sees the little flowers. It's... just like when he got bonded to Justine, the flower he offered for her hair, the one pinned in his own lapel.

So similar, and yet so different. More fumbling and adorable, sweet and genuinely affectionate. Rich smiles crookedly, and as Jeremy waffles over which cluster to give Rich, the colours stand out to Rich just enough to make him realize with a sharp inhale, and then a fierce blush.]

Jeremiah fucking Heere, I can't believe you picked out bi flowers. That is the most adorably queer thing anyone's ever done for me!

[He reaches out to take the carnation with a soft chuckle, admiring it for a moment, lost in thought.]

That's... really sweet, Jere. Guess I'm going to have another flower to press after this is done.

[Jeremy lets out a sigh of relief. Half of it is that Rich likes the gesture, but honestly, he's just as happy to not have to choose the color.]

Since we're both out now, I thought it couldn't hurt.

[Jeremy presses his hand against his face like he can physically push down the blush, his other hand fiddling with his blue boutonniere. He laughs and it sounds almost like a hiccup.]

When you came out and you didn't have the vest on I thought I'd have to toss these out.

If you would have tossed these out, you would have committed a fucking hate crime, Heere.

[He laughs so Jeremy knows he's kidding, slipping the other bouquet into its proper place on his vest, making sure the lavender still shows.]

I actually wasn't sure if you'd come out yet in your time. I couldn't exactly remember when it was, or if I was thinking it was earlier because my radar kept pinging you for one of us.

It was less than a month after the SQUIP got shut off. You and I haven't talked a ton, but...

[Jeremy fidgets with his fingers.]

The SQUIP and the bi thing were hot topics when we were in the hospital together. Helped clarify my whole thing.

Should I be more obvious about it? Am I being too internal-biphobic about it?

[Look, he's trying his best to use the vocab.]

Yeah, I remember that much. I mean, I was kinda high on painkillers for a lot of our conversations, so... I was really just glad some of my advice was coherent.

[Aw, look at you, Jeremy. Social Justice 101 with Professor Goranski really helped you out.]

Nah, dude. You're fine. It's a part of your identity, sure, but it doesn't have to be everything. And you certainly don't have to tell everybody. It's just nice to know you're proud of who you are, man.

[Jeremy messes with his lapels, suddenly shy. He mumbles an "okay", but he seems happy about it.]

H-hey, we're not gonna be late, are we?

Not if we walk fast!

[Their appointment is in ten minutes, but they're not that far from the coven. Besides, Rich wants to bask in Jeremy's quiet appreciation a little longer.

Eventually, he holds out a hand so they can get on their way.]

[Jeremy's dumbfounded at that response. He is more than willing to power walk there, or maybe even go to a light jog, even if that would make sweat stains show up on his shirt.

He takes Rich's hand when it's offered, shifting his weight from foot to foot impatiently.]

Okay! Let's go.

Alright then! Get ready for the last ten minutes of blissful silence you'll ever get, with me in your head.

[He laughs eagerly as they head on their way. It's cold out, but the warmth from Jeremy's hand and the runes on Rich's scarf stop him from freezing up or even slowing down too badly, so they make good time and make it to the Coven even without Jeremy sweating too bad.]

[That doesn't do much to settle Jeremy's nerves--not because he thinks Rich will be too loud in his own head, but the other way around. Jeremy's still not sure why Rich is so open to inviting someone in his brain after everything, but Rich has Bonded before. He knows what he's doing. Right?

Jeremy has no such warming runes, but Jeremy barely notices the cold. He keeps at Rich's heels as they go, even if that means taking short quick steps instead of his normal long, awkward strides.

When they get to an entryway, Jeremy stops short, tugging at Rich's shoulder.]

Hey. Are you sure you wanna do this?

What? Why wouldn't I want to? You're my friend, Jeremy. I want to keep you safe. I don't think there's anything wrong with the two of us having a bond, unless you do.

[He wouldn't doubt there could be a reason for the two of them not to go through with this, but he can't imagine it being more important than Jeremy not blowing up.]

[Jeremy didn't seem to expect that answer. His cheeks, which had gone back to normal, flooded with red again.]

O-okay. If you're sure, then, yeah. Definitely. Lead the way.

[Rich is a little surprised to see that blush, but he decides to brush it off for now. No sense getting too sappy when they're just about to head in for something that Jeremy still considers a wedding.

Once they enter the coven, an older woman approaches them. When Rich offers their names, she checks a notebook that she seems to have hovering in midair, and, satisfied, she leads them to a private room, sparsely decorated, with a small, round table in the middle and a goblet filled with a silvery liquid.

She instructs them bothe to say whatever they'd like to before they take a drink from the chalice. Rich offers a careful smile to Jeremy.]

Last chance to object, Heere. Might as well give you an out before I start rambling.

[If Rich had walked straight into the coven, self-assured and apparently devoted to Jeremy, Jeremy would be protesting like hell. Instead, strangely, the more chances Rich gives him to bail, the less Jeremy wants to.]

No, Rich. I'm sure. You deserve way more from me than a mouthful of gallium.

[He adds in a whisper.]

But... you start. I didn't write anything down.

Putting me on the spot? I didn't write anything either.

[He cackles as the witch looks down her nose at him before clearing his throat, then reaching out to carefully take Jeremy's other hand without jabbing him with his talons.]

I... don't even know where to start with you, Jeremy. I thought after everything you'd gone through thanks to me, it'd be a miracle if you ever talked to me again. When you talked to me in the hospital, I thought it was a fluke or something. It didn't count.

But... it kept happening. You kept giving me chance after chance that I know I didn't deserve. You didn't treat me like a charity case either. It felt like you wanted to talk to me for the sake of actually talking to me, instead of for any sort of credit. And I think just being treated... normally, without any expectations, really helped me.

There's a lot more I could say, about the future, but we already know that's some paradox bullshit we're not supposed to get into. And it doesn't really matter? I think... I can't predict how we're going to feel about each other, and if it'll be the same as what I remember. You're always helping me learn things I forgot about myself, and maybe this time around, I'll remember new things.

...I hope no matter what, you'll still be willing to keep giving me these chances to prove that you're important to me. I... know that's probably something you're still not used to hearing, but you're important, Heere. You're worthwhile. You're kind of everything I want in a friend.

And uh... I'm going to get sappier, but I think a friend like you deserves something to kind of commemorate, you know, everything? So...

[Rich takes one hand back to fumble in his vest pocket, eventually bringing out a shimmering blue jeweled pin, glowing faintly in the dim light.]

Ha, it even matches your flowers, huh? I... no matter what happens, when you leave this place, or when I do, this is gonna represent the memories we make here. And no matter how it ends, I just... hope this will hold happy memories for you, and you can look at it and focus on the good instead of all... the messy stuff that happens in our heads.

So I guess... just thanks, Jeremy. I hope that I can show you how grateful I am to have a life with you in it.

[Rich peters off, face flushed red as he gently presses the pin into Jeremy's palm. Despite his rambling, though, he's smiling hopefully, apparently relieved he got what he wanted to say out.]

[Jeremy's extremely aware of what he's supposed to do, and without meaning to, he's tuning out to the first words Rich says as he desperately tries to figure out his own script. It's not on purpose. When he realizes he's doing it, he frowns at himself and focuses intently on what Rich is saying.

That's a mistake.

Post-SQUIP Rich has always been honest with Jeremy, but never on this level. It's hard to even believe it's honesty, given how kind Rich is sounding, but in this situation who would lie? The more Rich talks, the more Jeremy's entranced and disbelieving. He hasn't come up with his own speech yet and thank goodness. He'd be forgetting all the words he planned.

Jeremy doesn't reach out to take the pin. It's not until Rich pushes it into his hand that Jeremy snaps out of it. Silent, Jeremy pulls Rich in for a hug. It's the first he's initiated with Rich here and it's desperately, flabbergastingly tight. His hand balls up around the pin Rich gives him as he squeezes the breath out of Rich with no apparent intention of letting go.

After a moment, Rich might feel a wet spot on his shoulder where Jeremy's leaned over and buried his face.]

[Rich didn't really know what he was expecting. A smile, a bit of gratitude spoken before they both drink the potion... likely nothing more than that. Jeremy is passionate, sure, but shy, and he likely wouldn't say anything until they were safely at home about Rich's stupid rambling, if he actually had anything to say.

He certainly wasn't expecting a hug, considering Jeremy's wariness over contact before... and not one so tight. He stands there stiffly for a moment, until he feels his shoulder getting damp, and he sucks in breath through his teeth, reaching up to rub Jeremy's back.]

Hey, hey... it's alright, Jeremy, it's okay... dammit, don't make me start sobbing too, my mascara'll run.

[It's not even a good joke, but it's all Rich has right now to keep the dam on his emotions from breaking.]

[Jeremy keeps going back over what Rich has said, but any time he latches onto a bit of it, he gets shaken up all over again.

Jeremy doesn't believe any of it. Not that he's even the bare minimum of acceptable to be a friend, not after what he's done, and definitely not desirable in any sense of the word.

And calling him important is...

The SQUIP used to tell Jeremy how important he was all the time, but it worked so well because no one else would say it.

Jeremy tries to muster up some burbling words of gratefulness but he winds up crying audibly. He wants to sink into the ground and disappear, but for once he isn't thinking about how the stranger in the room is looking at him. He's only here, with Rich, and it's only the two of them, really.

A part of Jeremy realizes how desperately alone he's felt. He didn't realize it until Rich said something to make that feeling go away.

Obviously none of that comes out of his mouth.]

[If Jeremy isn't paying the woman any mind, than Rich won't either. He just continues rubbing Jeremy's back, a soothing, repetitive motion, to try to help Jeremy cling onto something instead of whatever is making him so upset.

When that doesn't work, though, he leans in a little so he can mumble into Jeremy's ear. over the audible sobbing.]

Hey. Do you want to skip the rest of this and just drink the potion? Then you can tell me whatever you want, and no one else has to hear, okay? It's going to be okay, Jere. I'll be here.

I'll always be here, now. If you want me to be.

That sounds... really, really good.

[Jeremy's voice is still strained and oddly squeaky, his throat tight. He finally loosens his death grip on Rich's torso, letting go with a hand to wipe at his face.]

Thanks, Rich. I...

[For a second the word "love" is there on the tip of his tongue, lingering where there wasn't even a hint of it a few minutes ago. Maybe it could come out natural and not mean anything important, but now that Jeremy's hesitated, he's making a conscious choice to say it or not.

He errs on the side of "not." He doesn't want to sound like a freak.

Even if Rich might not take it that way.

Jeremy needs to stop thinking. He finally looks to the witch, his eyes still wet.]

Can I drink first?

[Rich has no idea what was just barely left unsaid, but even if he was, it wouldn't matter. Keeping Jeremy calm is his priority right now.

After a moment, when the Coven member, who has been watching all of this with a look of confused concern, finally offers a hesitant nod, Rich reaches out to grab the goblet, holding it out for Jeremy.]

There you go. It doesn't really taste like anything, so don't worry. You shouldn't feel anything until I drink too.

Thanks.

[Jeremy says it automatically. He wipes at his eyes one last time before taking the goblet and drinking.

He's not sure how much to take. He guesstimates half, then lowers the cup, swallowing hard.

Instead of handing it off to Rich, he shakes his head a little.]

Wait--wait. I've gotta sa--I should--I need to say something too.

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