Log: Complete

[bitingnightmare.livejournal.com]

When; March 10 (sunset)
Rating; PG13?
Characters; Boy Blue playstheblues, the Corinthian bitingnightmare
Summary; Yesterday's event has planted a seed of doubt in the nightmare's mind.
Log;

[He's waiting at home with several words to say, though he hasn't figured out just how to say them to Blue yet.]

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[playstheblues.livejournal.com]

[Comes home, oblivious! Work was mostly cleanup.]

Hey, Cori. Sorry I'm late!

[bitingnightmare.livejournal.com]

Hey.

[Kiss to his cheek, and an offer of a chocolate milkshake. Yes it's to soften the blow.]

[playstheblues.livejournal.com]

[smiles and takes the milkshake]

Looks good, thank you!

[drink]

How was your day?

[bitingnightmare.livejournal.com]

Welcome.

[Watching him slurp.]

Not bad, I have a show this week.

[Lean to the counter.]

[playstheblues.livejournal.com]

Do you have a topic yet?

[bitingnightmare.livejournal.com]

No. I'll think of something.

You've been doing pretty well yourself.

[playstheblues.livejournal.com]

[sits up on the counter]

Yep, I guess.

[drink!]

So what's up?

[bitingnightmare.livejournal.com]

[Pat pat to his knee, leaning against Blue.]

Did you really enjoy the wedding?

[playstheblues.livejournal.com]

[hand on Cori's]

Yeah! It was fun, wasn't it?

[bitingnightmare.livejournal.com]

A little. Just the dancing.

[Brief smirk, then a pet under his hand. Serious time again.]

Blue. I think we should take some time off.

[playstheblues.livejournal.com]

Time off what?

[bitingnightmare.livejournal.com]

[Straightening up, in case Blue wants to kick him or something.]

From us. We should see other people.

[playstheblues.livejournal.com]

[stares]

...wait.

What?

[bitingnightmare.livejournal.com]

I think this is going a little fast, and half of that's my fault.

You should see other people, Blue, not just me.

[playstheblues.livejournal.com]

[looks away and gets off the counter]

Did I do something wrong?

[bitingnightmare.livejournal.com]

No, you did nothing wrong.

We just haven't done much of anything else.

[playstheblues.livejournal.com]

[pulling on his coat]

But I don't want anyone else.

[bitingnightmare.livejournal.com]

I'm not saying I don't want you...

[playstheblues.livejournal.com]

[looks down]

I get it.

[heads upstairs]

[bitingnightmare.livejournal.com]

Blue. I'll leave if you want me to.

[To the stairs, but not following up.]

[playstheblues.livejournal.com]

[Packing stuff into the cloak]

Do you think I want to stay here by myself?

[comes back down the stairs]

I love you, Corinthian. I don't know why you think I don't, or...I don't know why you don't want me...but I can't stay here. I can't.

But don't worry. I got it. Big joke. Let's fuck Blue, and lie, and then see how long we can go before we feel guilty. Don't worry, Cori. I get it.

[breathing just a touch harder]

[bitingnightmare.livejournal.com]

[Hand to his arm, gripping for his attention.]

It's not a joke, Blue.

[playstheblues.livejournal.com]

Then why?

If you say you don't want me, why do you want me with someone else?

[bitingnightmare.livejournal.com]

... I just think we need it, Blue.

[Grip relaxing.]

A little, only a little.

[playstheblues.livejournal.com]

I don't understand.

I'm...I'm going to go.

[bitingnightmare.livejournal.com]

I'm not lying to you, I swear it.

[Letting go of him.]

I still care about you.

[playstheblues.livejournal.com]

Do you just want to be friends? Is this the part where you say that?

[bitingnightmare.livejournal.com]

I'm not saying that at all.

[playstheblues.livejournal.com]

I don't get it.

I thought everything was okay.

[pulls the cloak tighter over his shoulders]

[bitingnightmare.livejournal.com]

For now, maybe.

[Hand to Blue's cheek, if he lets him.]

Get out if you need to, but will you think about what I said?

[playstheblues.livejournal.com]

[doesn't, he can't deal with that right now. He's trying not to hyperventilate]

I don't want anyone else.

[bitingnightmare.livejournal.com]

[Hand down, and he doesn't know what else to say to that, but he hears its words.]

[playstheblues.livejournal.com]

I should go.

[bitingnightmare.livejournal.com]

[Avert gaze.]

Okay...

[playstheblues.livejournal.com]

[vanishes]