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Post by Adrian Veidt on Oct 15, 2009 15:20:08 GMT -5
"Adrien-"
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Oct 15, 2009 15:21:19 GMT -5
"Hmm?" called the boy from the other room.
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Oct 15, 2009 15:22:30 GMT -5
"I'm sorry."
Two down, three million to go.
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Oct 15, 2009 15:24:34 GMT -5
"It's okay," he invariably replied.
But what was he going to do with his hair.
Resignedly sitting on the bed, still in his stocking feet, he started doing the only other hairstyle he knew.
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Oct 15, 2009 15:26:59 GMT -5
Adrian emerged from the bathroom and sat beside him, looking comforting.
Or at least trying to. He did not comfort well.
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Oct 15, 2009 15:27:56 GMT -5
Adrien didn't ignore him, but he didn't really acknowledge him, either. He was doing his hair.
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Oct 15, 2009 15:28:40 GMT -5
After a moment he recognized the curl, and this horrified him.
"Adrien, no-"
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Oct 15, 2009 15:29:38 GMT -5
"Oh my God, you do it then," said Adrien, throwing the comb on the floor and looking suspiciously bright-eyed, for all his apparent temper.
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Oct 15, 2009 15:34:40 GMT -5
He sighed, and did, mostly with his fingers, and to a certain extent wasn't doing much at all. By the end of it, Adrien's hair was mostly just hanging down wherever gravity tugged it.
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Oct 15, 2009 15:49:45 GMT -5
Adrien hadn't expected him to do that. He was a little stiff at first, not quite knowing where to allow his eyes to settle, and mildly prickly. But the senstation of having his hair pet was soothing and gentle, and when Adrian was done Adrien slipped up closer to him, snuggling.
"I'm sorry," he said softly.
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Oct 15, 2009 15:54:07 GMT -5
"As am I."
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Oct 15, 2009 15:55:11 GMT -5
He turned his head into Adrian's chest. "I love you," he said, voice muffled.
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Oct 15, 2009 15:57:54 GMT -5
"I love you too."
And he did, and he knew he was doing a damned terrible job of showing it.
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Oct 15, 2009 15:59:31 GMT -5
"I'm going to go brush my teeth now before I stop liking the taste of chocolate," he said, pulling back from him and going to get his toothbrush from his bag. "Can I, um... use your toothpaste?"
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Oct 15, 2009 16:04:20 GMT -5
"Yes, of course you may."
His arms dropped to his sides, and while he moved the left so that the heel was pressed against the bedsheets, the right remained limp and curled into itself. He looked tired, and strangely vulnerable.
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