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[It's a good thing TJ speaks up when he does, because Psii was protesting, starting to push himself up with his mouth open. It snapped close at the words and nothing but frustration was on his face before he turned around to flop down facefirst. There was the sound of aggravated growling. He sort of wanted to yell or scream or something. Goddammit.]

Thith ith why I don't do conciliatory, fuck! I fucked up.

Man, man, stop. [It was a little blunter than TJ was used to being, but only because he knew Psii could take it.] You didn't fuck up shit. This one's on me, I'll fix it later.

M' glad you're here. [He sighed after a beat.] So don't you go runnin' off, too.

[Peeking up from some fur, he scooted a bit closer to nudge TJ's shoulder with his own.]

You're thure that'll be fine?

[Squeezing the bridge of his nose under his glasses, TJ nodded.]

Yeah... yeah, I mean. We just gotta talk. [He shrugged, looking a little helpless.] Y'know, I think sometimes I shoot myself in the goddamn foot, dude. There some sort of troll fix for that?

Hey, come on. That wath all me that time. I don't know when to keep my mouth thut.

[Awkwardly, like he still wasn't sure where the boundaries laid, he reached over to try and scratch his claws gently through TJ's dreads.] s

You know what you want to talk with him about?

[If Psii was crossing any boundaries, they weren't TJ's. He sighed, closing his eyes against the touch. It really was different to him, in a way he didn't know how he would explain to Amal but knew he would have to, eventually.]

Well, about all this murder... stuff. I mean, shit dude, I know how fucked up he was about it. When I first got here, we couldn't even, like, fuck without him havin' a panic attack...

[TJ got quiet for a moment, wondering if Amal would have been okay with him telling someone about that. Though if he was being honest, a slight pressure felt lifted off his own chest.]

N' I didn't care, you know? Shit, I... l-love him, man, it's more than just that stuff, but then he was saying how he was ready to move on, and I guess it just--just still hurts in a way he wasn't lettin' me see.

[He raised his pupils, looking at Psii without moving his head.]

N' I'm gonna have to give him a better low down on you n' me. I think all that feeling shit made him... draw some conclusions or somethin'.

[With TJ clearly not objecting, it helps Psii relax a bit as well and he listens carefully. Communication problems... Why is it always communication problems when it comes to romances?]

Hey, I wanted to explain it, man. [Still, he gives a shrug. As long as another talk happens, hopefully it won't be an issue... Hopefully.] He theems like the kind of perthon to hide thtuff. Like, not to be a prick, but jutht thomething he does.

...You do it took, I think, but not exactly like he doeth.

[But he might be relying on some personal experience for that call, too.]

Shit, man, so do you. [It wasn't accusing, exactly, more just some perspective all of them sort of needed.] Doesn't everybody?

Yeah, but... you get conthtipated if you do too much, too long.

...Thought getting it out in the open would help him feel better.

Eugh. [But he was laughing, face scrunched up into mostly put-on disgust. It felt good to let off a little steam and laugh.] N' you right, man.

I think he just... [TJ looked down at where there hands rested.] Sensitive, right now. Dunno if he wanted to hear it from the guy I been spendin' so much time with, lately.

...I'll try and keep my dithtance away for a while. If he doethn't like me, then he doethn't like me.

He don't not like you! [TJ was hasty to correct him, though honestly he wasn't sure if he was right or wrong about that. The only thing he was really sure of was that he didn't want Psii to leave.] He's just bein' an asshole about it, 'cuz he's got the wrong idea.

Human's are weird about their--uh, their 'reds'.

[Just a kind of blank stare at that.]

I noticed. [Sorta hard not to.] ...Tho what do you plan on telling him, then? How are you going to lead? I mean... you have the whole recording to talk about, him hiding hith crap from you, me...

That'sth a lot of bullthit, TJ.

Don't you think I don't know? [And as soon as he said, he realized how easily his guard slipped without him even realizing. No "I'll be fine," no "It ain't that bad." It was weird, and it took TJ a moment to recover.]

... I mean, I can handle it. We're good at talkin'. [Not lately, but TJ was still clinging to the knowledge that they could.] It's just been one thing after another, lately...

[Yeah, don't think he doesn't notice that, TJ. For that, Psii is going to lower his hand from those dandelion dreads of yours and gently pat your cheek, the yellowblood in him making his palm noticeably warmer than his.]

Thoooth. [There's a particular kind of chirring noise to the sound.] Let it out, man.

[TJ almost shied away at first, before he remembered. Oh, that's right. Papping. Still reminded him a gynecologist, but hell if it wasn't indescribably comforting.]

It's out, man, it's... it's fuckin' out. [A deep breath.] I just gotta relax.

T-Thanks.

[Damn straight it's comforting. Trolls know what they're about.] >

You thure? You're not jutht thaying that?

[Pap pap pap.]

Hah, dude, quit it. [But he didn't really want him to quit it, and the laugh in tone made that obvious.] I'm sure, aight?

[He could be sure-er, though.]

Doubly thure? Two ith my thing, I have to check twice.

[He will cuddle the shit out of you, TJ, he learned from Disciple and Signless against his will so damn straight he is going to use this knowledge.]

Dude! [But now TJ really was laughing, spurred on by the pap-assault. The ball of tension in his gut was unwinding, at least a little.]

You are so fuckin' weird, man.

[Said with all the fondness in the world. Really.]

[Laughing. He can deal with laughing. Grinning a little himself, he pinches TJ's shoulder.]

You want to talk about weird? I've theen weird, and it's called "human genitalth". It flopth.

[At the reminder -- and what a reminder -- TJ sat up again, brow furrowed.]

Shit, yeah, that's right! You totally hit that, man!

[God, it was nice to talk about something else. Anything else. Even Jim Kirk's dick.]

[Whoa there, buddy. Psii flops back as TJ suddenly shoots up, and sniggers. They're going to talk about all his issues again at some point tonight, don't think they won't, but he is totally up for talking about how he got laid.]

Hell yeth I did. He thaid he hathn't dithappointed anyone, and I can't lie- I left your apartment a thatisfied cuthtomer.

Did he seriously say that shit? Like, verbatim? [TJ pulled a face, not sure if he should be impressed or amused at the kinda douchey bravado. Then again, that was hardly new territory from ol' Captain Kirk.] Damn. Well at least he could back it up.

[He elbowed Psii, smile growing a little more earnest.]

Told you ya wouldn't have any trouble.

I may or may not have encouraged him to that point. But thtill.

[Oh, that reminds him- He looks concerned for a brief second.]

Room clean enough for you? I tried, but it wath a bit... unconventional from uthual thex for me, tho it wath methier than it thould have been.

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