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[sadtype.livejournal.com]

[ is sitting up already with his head between his knees while continuing his sobbing. jumps when simon chucks the pillows across the room, letting out a small sound of surprise at the sudden movement.

though the next moment he's scooting away as far as he can from simon, backed up against the headboard like a scared animal would. ]

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[easytype.livejournal.com]

[ inspecting the bruises, grinding his teeth. ]

Where else?

[sadtype.livejournal.com]

[ shakes his head, not even wanting to talk anymore. though he lowers his hands, just so simon could look if he wanted to. ]

[easytype.livejournal.com]

[ peers at him some more, poking & prodding before finally backing off, sitting on his side of the bed. ]

I'll get him. Just you watch.

[sadtype.livejournal.com]

[ glances at him at the corner of his eye, then looks down at his lap sadly. isn't sure what to say, so he keeps his mouth shut. ]

[easytype.livejournal.com]

[ glares, irritated at being (seemingly) ignored. ]

Did you go mute while I was asleep?

[sadtype.livejournal.com]

... no.

[ answers quietly, wrapping his arms around his legs. ]

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[easytype.livejournal.com]

Oh, look. You can talk after all. Maybe just selectively stupid in a conversation then, huh?

[easytype.livejournal.com]

This is useless. You're useless! I was going to get him back for you t--

[easytype.livejournal.com]

[ stops abruptly, fumes in his slip-up & flops himself onto the bed, back facing oliver. ]

Whatever.

[ . . . yes, he's sulking. ]

1/3

[sadtype.livejournal.com]

...

[sadtype.livejournal.com]

[ slowly gets on his knees, though only shifts slightly to face simon's back. rests back on his heels, opens his mouth, then closes it again. ]

[sadtype.livejournal.com]

[ gathers his courage and asks: ]

H-how can I be more u-useful for you, S-Simon?

[easytype.livejournal.com]

[ lies still, still sulking, but slowly angles his head so that he could look at oliver via corner of his eye. ]

. . . you could talk to me more.

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[sadtype.livejournal.com]

I'm--

[ stops himself, biting his bottom lip to keep the "I'm sorry" held back. inhales, exhales. tries again. ]

I-- I can do that.

[sadtype.livejournal.com]

[ pauses, 'cause he's trying to think of something to talk about. they're around eachother enough, so isn't sure what to say. ]

... um. I h-had cheesecake t-today?

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[easytype.livejournal.com]

[ interested, but still too sulky to properly respond with his usual fervor, he makes a soft hmm sound instead. ]

What fla--

[easytype.livejournal.com]

[ a thought hits him. scrambles to sit up. ]

What? I didn't have any! Where did you get it?

[sadtype.livejournal.com]

[ blinks in surprise. ]

I-- It was in the k-kitchen. Rob brought it o-over.

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[easytype.livejournal.com]

Rob did?

[easytype.livejournal.com]

[ tilts his head. ]

I guess he can eat cheesecake everyday, since he lives outside and all.

[easytype.livejournal.com]

[ scoots closer, voice dropping into an excited whisper. ]

Hey, if I ever have to live outside, you'd live with me, right?

[sadtype.livejournal.com]

[ yet again he's surprised, though there's a hint of red in his cheeks as he looks down. ]

A-as long as you'd l-like me to.

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[easytype.livejournal.com]

We'll get a big house! Bigger than this. We can have two kitchens, and--

[easytype.livejournal.com]

[ suddenly stills. ]

. . . what if someone else wanted you to live with them?

1/3

[sadtype.livejournal.com]

... [ thinks on this. ]

I-- [ looks confused, head tilted to the side, not really looking at anything in particular now. ]