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Biting the bullet.
WHO Gus Tilki & Ari Patrowski
WHERE House BAG
WHEN Feburary 28th, around 11:30pm
RATING PG
SUMMARY Ari decides to stop letting Eros's curse rule him at Gus's expense.
STATUS Complete

Ari stared up at the ceiling of the living room, one arm propped behind his head, the other flung into the open air beyond the edge of the couch. It was strange, how unfamiliar it looked. He was used to the grooves, shadows, and stains above his bed, but he never had cause before to consider what was over his head in the other parts of the apartment. He looked, memorizing all the holes and marks left from drips, the wires escaping from their encasements, avoiding the real reason for his sleeplessness. Finally, after the third circuit of his gaze, he sighed and turned his mind to the problem at hand.

It was unlikely that he and Mickey were going to succeed as matchmakers. There just wasn't enough time, and they just weren't familiar enough with their potential targets to rush the process. Not to mention, the whole thing felt wrong to Ari; he didn't want to manipulate the feelings of others. That was what the gods did. So he had decided that the only way he could break the curse and feel good about it was to defeat his own demons. That meant overcoming the anger he was feeling and apologizing to Gus. Just the thought of his roommate brought a surge of anger and a flashing slideshow of images, each causing a spark of irritation. His legs felt locked, because the last thing he wanted to do was see Gus's face.

But those weren't Ari's feelings. They belonged to some deity who had his own issues and felt the need to project them on the demis. That inspired more fury in Ari than Gus every could. Using this as fuel, he propelled himself to his feet and crossed over to his friend's bedroom door. No use putting it off. He tapped the door softly. "Gus? Are you awake?"