our conversations ain't long but you know what is (fearisgone) wrote in immune_ic,
Jax and Tristan were close enough in age that Jax had never been expected to watch him; their relationship might have taken on slightly different nuances if he had been. Not that there was any need to worry about that now. "Or it just comes natural to some of 'em," he suggested, rolling his eyes a little. Man, he really hoped the kid was still alive out there, as annoying as he could be.
"Women can damage you in other ways," he said dramatically, putting a hand over his heart. Zach probably knew that anyway. He looked like the kind of guy who'd had plenty of experience with women. When Zach said he could stumble upon something interesting, Jax snorted. "Yeah, like random gross people getting it on in a supply closet. No thanks." Because the apocalypse had been enough trauma.
"Totally not," Jax said, grasping the conversational thread Zach had offered. "I'm sure it's not hard to figure out which one of them comes first." He stood up straight, abandoning his lean against the shelves. "So, like, remember what I asked you before, about the rubbers?" Jax fidgeted with his hair, pushing it out of his eyes. "Got any to spare?" He told himself he wasn't going to blush, ignoring the fact that his cheeks felt a little hot.