Re: Si/Jamie: diner
[Jamie hadn't been into anything, young. Ballet did that. You were punished, not by a teacher but by the way it fucked your body, sweated itself out. Smoking on the other hand you picked up. It kept you even, killed appetite, something to do with a bunch of dancers in a strange country you would only see a little of. But the dream. Jamie fidgeted, flicking his free hand through his hair, tugging on the ends.] Yeah. Feels like my skin is on backwards. All I can see is it over and over. It's not even a fucking nightmare. [Just honest humiliation. Which he didn't consciously line up against Si but there was an unconscious expectation Si had probably felt/done worse.]