I know. [As much as he misses people from back home, he doesn't actually want them here. Although he would be relieved in a way, if they were... selfishly.]
I'm sure you two would get along. I'd say-- like a house on fire, but I'm sure you're both sticklers for fire safety so that'd never happen.
[ Although Fraser doesn't laugh, he ducks his head and smiles in a way that is almost as good. ]
You may be right about that. Although I did have an apartment burn down, once. But that was the fault of a performance arsonist, and I was out of town at the time, so really, I hardly think I can be held responsible.
My apartment blew up once. Not a performance arsonist. Well, okay that's a lie. It was definitely a performance but... uh-- [Now it's Wade's turn to be awkward, clearing his throat.] it was me?
[ Yeah, Fraser gets all the implications there. Perhaps unsurprisingly, he doesn't look shocked or judgmental. Serious, but then he almost always looks serious. ]
[ At this point, their drinks arrive, and the look Fraser gives his margarita can only be described as dubious and somewhat intimidated. He thanks the server before blinking at it some more. ]
[Wade meanwhile looks positively giddy as his margarita is placed in front of him, rocking on his seat as he slides it closer.] Hell, yeah. Don't forget to get some of the salt off the rim when you sip!
[He lifts the large glass up and takes a sip of the frozen concoction. Pulling back as he swallows, shaking his head and blinking wildly.] Ack! Brain Freeze! Worth it!
Thank you. Don't want to be ruining this suit! [He beams, wiping off the mess and going back to eating and sipping his margarita.
It's relatively quiet after that, Wade focused on eating and devouring everything on his plate. It's all so good. He even feels a little buzz from the margarita since they'd given him the kind that could actually circumvent his healing.
It's nice. And he's smiling to himself as he eats.]
[ Since Fraser is sipping his drink slowly, with food, and is absolutely not going to order a second one, he's only getting slightly buzzed himself despite his lack of experience. He'd probably get in his head about it if he weren't enjoying himself so much, otherwise, but he is. The food is amazing, and food is one thing he'll allow himself hedonistic enjoyment of, when he's in a good mood. Although he doesn't so much as get greasy around the mouth, he's not prim about eating—he makes happy, appreciative noises and licks his fingers and closes his eyes with pleasure, not even thinking about how it looks. ]
[Wade is eating his food like a man who's been starved to death getting his first proper meal in months, but when he starts hearing the sounds across the table, licking, and low moaning, he stops mid-bite of his enchilada to watch, eyes intent on Benton's tongue and mouth cleaning his fingers.
God damn. He lets out a soft whimper of his own and quickly tries to disguise it by shoving enchilada in his mouth.]
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I'm sure you two would get along. I'd say-- like a house on fire, but I'm sure you're both sticklers for fire safety so that'd never happen.
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You may be right about that. Although I did have an apartment burn down, once. But that was the fault of a performance arsonist, and I was out of town at the time, so really, I hardly think I can be held responsible.
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[ His eyebrows go up. ]
cw: attempted suicide
Well, it wasn't just a performance. I was inside the building at the time... I... it was just after my fiancée... after she... [Well, he remembers Wade's D/s finder surely.]
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[ Yeah, Fraser gets all the implications there. Perhaps unsurprisingly, he doesn't look shocked or judgmental. Serious, but then he almost always looks serious. ]
But you survived it.
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[Its said matter of fact, but there is a slight crack in his voice.]
Then I found a family. People to look after. And to look after me.
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[ The words are banal, but the way Fraser looks at Wade when he says them gives them a different kind of weight. ]
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Gosh.
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[He lifts the large glass up and takes a sip of the frozen concoction. Pulling back as he swallows, shaking his head and blinking wildly.] Ack! Brain Freeze! Worth it!
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[ After all, he's having a good time without any alcohol, and it's hardly going to improve is coordination for dancing. ]
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I can drink both of them?
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I can slay my own allegories, thank you.
[ He touches the tip of his tongue to the salt rim, shrugs, and takes a sip. ]
Say, that's really quite refreshing.
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[And hopefully he doesn't get too drunk. But if he never drinks it might be a lost cause.]
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[ And this certainly feels like an occasion. ]
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[He grins from over his margarita, drinking it quite fast.]
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[ Their nachos arrive and Fraser shoves a handful into his face. Neatly, somehow. It seems like it should be impossible, and yet. ]
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Dangit.
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[ He passes Wade a wad of napkins on autopilot. He's already reaching for them before the cheese even lands. Once a princess, always a princess. ]
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It's relatively quiet after that, Wade focused on eating and devouring everything on his plate. It's all so good. He even feels a little buzz from the margarita since they'd given him the kind that could actually circumvent his healing.
It's nice. And he's smiling to himself as he eats.]
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God damn. He lets out a soft whimper of his own and quickly tries to disguise it by shoving enchilada in his mouth.]
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