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Tweak says, "Do you want to build a snowman"

blueisbetter (blueisbetter) wrote in devolve,
@ 2011-02-03 23:07:00

Entry tags:

bobby_drake, jean-paul_beaubier, kurt_wagner

Who: Kurt, Jean-Paul and Bobby
What: heading off a breakdown
Where: the roof
When: Thursday evening
Warnings: no clue as yet
Status: Incomplete

He knew he was over-reacting. Drastically. He knew he couldn't expect people to simply stop mentioning him. Worse, he knew he shouldn't want them to. Knowing didn't change the reaction, though, and as soon as Lorna had mentioned him, mentioned Scott, Kurt had simply...shut down. It was the only way he seemed to be able to cope with it at all. He'd turned off his computer, set his 'phone' to only chime if he received an emergency signal, found a very large bottle of very cheap vodka at the top of his closet and taken it, and a handful of slightly stale suckers, to the questionable safety and comfort of the roof. At night. In the middle of winter.

It was a clear, crisp night, no clouds to blot out the stars and no lights but the few from the house below him to compete with their light. It would have been warmer with clouds and snow, of course, but he preferred it this way, and he tucked himself into the shelter of a chimney, a relatively light jacket and his own built in fur coat more than sufficient when combined with the warmth of the alcohol, which he was drinking directly from the bottle. Scott had never understood his love for the roof, had never come up here with him or after him. He wasn't sure if that made it easier or harder, really, it was simply where he came when he needed to be alone and not have to worry about the face he showed the world.

He took a large swig from the bottle, grimacing slightly at the burn as well as the way it mingled with the rootbeer flavored sucker in his mouth, and laid back on frigid tile of the roof, gazing up at the stars and remembering. Remembering just how very badly he'd failed.

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fastfood
2011-02-04 08:00 am UTC (link)

JP settled himself behind Kurt, ignoring the instant cold that met his rearend, already beginning to numb it as he got comfortable. Or comfortable-ish. He was close enough to feel warmth coming from the other man, but not enough for them to touch, and acceptable distance, he thought, until something akin to an invitation passed between them. Until then JP was content to simply sit there and keep him company, even if it meant chilling out a little more than he'd normally like.

"I have a book on constellations," he replied lightly, gesturing with his head to the clear sky above them, a welcome sight after so much snow had dropped on them in the nights before that. "I always swear I'm going to learn how to read what we have around here, not always for this time of the year, but some time. I can still barely pick out the dippers though."

The chatter was idle, but JP was just glad Kurt was feeling at least social enough to not ask him to leave. Easing in to the whole situation wasn't going to hurt, or even completely dancing around it. They didn't actually need to talk about anything. JP knew what the issue was, he knew how Kurt felt about it, how the loss of Scott had affected him. It would be the same if JP eventually lost Bobby, or something at the very least alike to it. Even the more recent developments in their relationships changed very little about that, and JP reasoned that it would probably be the same if he lost Kurt too. "I think I tried once over the summer but the kids ended up distracting me with something. Or Bobby did. I don't know, interactions with people of the same maturity level sort of blends for me sometimes." Yes, JP was just as likely to take potshots at Bobby even when the man wasn't around, though he figured they were more appreciated when the object in mention was hanging around somewhere nearby.

"So....is the alcohol helping?" He doubted the answer would be a firm yes, knowing from experience that alcohol rarely actually helped a poor situation. It only dulled it and made you so incoherent that you didn't care anymore. That wasn't exactly "help".

	frostbyte 2011-02-06 06:55 am UTC (link)
	"If you think it'll help, I can help you with that," Bobby replied, quietly but with the weight of what it implied. Maybe Kurt really did just need to get it all out in a loud, angry, violent way. Anything to heal. Or start down the road toward it. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	frostbyte 2011-02-06 07:41 am UTC (link)
	"You're both assholes," Bobby commented without heat. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	frostbyte 2011-02-06 08:30 am UTC (link)
	Bobby stood. "Come on. It's cold as all hell out here. Time for all good scouts to be in a warm bed." He hooked his thumb over his shoulder at his partner. "You can snuggle in his." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	fastfood 2011-02-06 09:42 am UTC (link)
	Not from me. JP mouthed over the top of Kurt's head at Bobby, giving him a mock threatening look before smiling as he grazed his hand down Kurt's back. It was followed up a few seconds later by a slightly confused frown in Bobby's direction. "You're not coming?" (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)