Re: Tory & Jamie: the Apartment
Tory was definitely someone who was usually pretty decisive, but, social situations. Not exactly his forte, though he thought he'd navigated this one pretty okay, especially considering the circumstances which led up to it. He'd probably wonder later if he should've divulged the things he did; Jamie seemed to think he was being an idiot about the whole Colin thing, and that wasn't exactly inaccurate. And while it hadn't been months of friendship - in fact, it had been maybe three, four hours, start to finish? (back when he'd still done the thing, he'd know exactly how long) - having a guy in your head with your worst memory was really about as intimate as Tory had gotten with anyone in a long time. Which, at some point he'd roll back around to exactly what else constituted "Repose fuckery," because he wasn't going to be satisfied for very long with basically "it's just a thing that happens sometimes." Not Tory.
But, that was future Tory's problem. Present Tory did feel a little gross - "messy" after all - but also still buzzed and pleasantly kind of drowsy. Not at all up to moving, just yet. "Shower later," he mumbled. "Cat later, when I can keep my eyes open. All of those things later." And they were drifting closed, his eyes, when something Jamie said really registered and popped into his brain.
"Wait." He lifted his head. "Mars? Who's Mars?" Jamie, no, he had definitely not said anything about not living alone. Tory would've remembered, and not just because that detail seemed impossible to forget. "Do you cohabit with the Roman god of war?" He offered a lopsided, teasing grin. "That kind of thing wouldn't surprise me in a place where old memories apparently get passed out like candy on Halloween." But, there was a blush that came with the grin, because all he could think at the moment was: Oh, shit. Had he been loud? (In truth, not particularly. But he hadn't exactly been silent, either.)