Fisher Majors (hearitbleed) wrote in tiberiusswann, @ 2010-01-24 10:04:00 |
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Entry tags: | fisher, lloyd |
Friday March 21st 2008
Who: Fisher and Lloyd
What: NOT using drugs to cope
Where: Lloyd's Apartment
When: Friday Evening
Rating: PG 13ish
Hopefully Garret wasn't with Lloyd tonight. Fisher had been avoiding everyone the past day, keeping to himself and not talking much. So pretty much he was acting like he'd been acting all week. The big difference was that now, he felt about ten times worse. It was all too tempting to go to Rez, get some blow to sort this shit out, make life less complicated. But he kept hearing what Lyle had told him. Use the people he kept disappointing to help him stay off the shit. He needed to stay off the shit.
He knocked on Lloyd's apartment door, foot tapping anxiously while waiting for the demon to answer. The frail medium looked a lot more near death than usual, his skin pale and his eyes dark and sunken. Obviously he hadn't slept last night. When the door finally opened he didn't speak a word, simply ducked beneath Lloyd's arm to slip inside, going right over to the couch. He grabbed a pillow and hugged it to his chest as he sat down, pulling up his knees to curl into himself. Fisher stared at the tv blankly, his lips just a touch pouty.
Lloyd did not have Garret over. In fact it was one of the few nights they hadn't been together in some way, at either of their apartments. Far be it for the demon not to pine for his lover, but he'd taken the time he had detached from Garret's body and various position of limbs to do some more baking. He'd attempted to do some low fat stuff, seeing as he still wanted to lose weight and watch his figure, and had some random movie on in the background when the door was knocked.
Not knowing it was his gothic little friend, Lloyd smirked. Garret couldn't keep away could he? On opening the door Lloyd had a small smile, only for it to vanish as a black-haired figure ducked underneath his arm and invaded. Lloyd turned, watching Fisher curl up on the sofa. He noticed everything about him; pallour, expression, mood, body language... he was practically screaming "DISTRESSED!".
"Okay," said Lloyd, having switched off the tv and latched the door before he sat next to his shrinking friend. "Just to warn you I have a pie in the oven which needs to be out in ten minutes or until crispy...." An invitation to talk.
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Lloyd could have left the television on, Fisher wouldn't have minded staring at it. Because now he was staring at nothing and he looked a little crazy. His hair, while normally a mess, was so mussed up he looked like a mental patient. "Kay," he said offhandedly, slumping his shoulders. He didn't mean to get involved in Lloyd's life, to interrupt his day. Shit, he was a burden wherever he went.
"I'm sorry. I can go if you want." He didn't move to get up, though.
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Whilst Fisher seemed to stare into space Lloyd was trying not to stare at him too much, rather assess. This looked like an emotional upset coupled with a sleepless night and some crying thrown in. Also perhaps nothing to eat. Lloyd could tell, he'd been through it enough. The cause was living in the apartment beneath him, for crying out loud, but at least it had stopped happening. Mostly.
"Don't be silly. It's only a pie." Always the mothering type, Lloyd reached up a hand and stroked through Fisher's hair a little, trying to smooth it. "Do you want anything? Tea? Water?"
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He didn't duck away from Lloyd's touch, instead closed his eyes into it. It felt nice, soothing. Like maternal. "I want some blow," he said truthfully. "I want heroine. A bottle of cheap scotch. But I came here so I didn't use anything." He wanted more then anything to fuck himself up out of his mind, but he wasn't going to. How could he ever be good enough for anyone if all he did was destroy himself?
"You don't have to sit here with me," he whispered, voice hinting at tears. "I just need to be somewhere where I can't... where no one's gonna find me." He knew he needed to talk to James, talk to Will, but he couldn't do it. He wanted to hide, escape, run away. But he had nowhere to go. So at least they wouldn't think to look for him here.
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Lloyd listened to him, didn't stop stroking his hair even as Fisher admitted that he wanted to use. It showed a great deal of strength that he'd come to Lloyd instead of slip back into the same routine which got him nowhere. "I'm proud of you," Lloyd said softly, hoping it wouldn't offend Fisher in some way. "It might mean very little but I am." His fingers dropped down to stroke the medium's cheek twice in affection before he got to his feet.
"I'm going to get you a Baileys. Just one, mind. It's not too alcoholic but it might soothe you a little." He disappeared into the kitchen, sounds of glasses and a bottle being opened along with the pouring of liquid. When Lloyd returned it was with two large glasses, though they were only filled to a third. He hoped the creamy, chocolatey substance would be like hot milk whilst the hint of whiskey would calm Fisher down.
Once he'd handed it to him, Lloyd sat again. "If you want food in a bit I'll get you something, too. I haven't eaten so you may as well join me."
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When Lloyd got up Fisher just sat with his eyes closed, hearing the demon move about the apartment. He felt exhausted, mentally and physically. And he was damned sick of feeling like this. If he could go back and change one thing, it would be talking to Cissy that Monday night. Because then he wouldn't have realized that all he wanted was James, he wouldn't have been in such a great mood and this wouldn't hurt as much as it did. He felt almost like he was in charge of three peoples' happiness, and no matter what he did they were all going to get hurt.
His eyes opened as Lloyd sat beside him,taking the glass. Without hesitating he drank down the entirety of the liquid, swallowing with a small grimmace and handing the empty glass back to Lloyd. "I'm not hungry," he said quietly.
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Taking the glass back from Fisher Lloyd's face fell into a frown. He put it on the coffee table, nursing his own, then reclined into the cushions next to the medium. "You might not be but your body probably is. Still, I'll leave it up to you." At least he'd drunk something even though it was alcoholic. Lloyd just didn't like seeing Fisher in such a state. Letting the room fill in silence, the demon sipped at the Baileys before he looked back at his friend.
"You're obviously not okay, so I won't bother asking that," he began, feeling slightly nervous as to the reaction he'd get. "And I won't ask you if... you want to go into deep discussions about it. But you are free to yell and shout and throw cushions - just cushions - at me or anything else, and hit the sofa, and generally... vent to me. Or you can just stay here in silence and I won't say another word. I'll just put the telly on and you can... sit."
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Food was probably a good idea. But Fisher didn't think he could eat. He just felt completely numb. Poor Minerva had tried and tried to get him to cuddle her, pet her, kick her, show her any kind of attention, but Fisher barely noticed. Even now as Lloyd spoke, the medium was only half listening. He didn't want to lash out or scream or hit anything. He just wanted to die slowly.
"I vote the last," he said after a moment. He didn't want to talk about it, his brain had talked enough about it last night while he hadn't been sleeping. The silence and the company was nice. Not having to talk about things was nice too. Nox tried to make him talk last night.
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Nodding, Lloyd stood again, leaving his drink on the coffee table. The tv was turned on, The Pelican Brief still playing out. Julia Roberts was doing something with her hair, Lloyd didn't really know what, and he exited the living room without another word. He had things to do. He could keep busy. He'd still worry himself stupid over Fisher of course but it wasn't like he'd be staring into nothing.
Though the pie wasn't done Lloyd took it out anyway. If he had to keep checking on it he'd go crazy so he finished it off with a few flames of his own which proved faster than the oven. There was washing up to be done, amongst other things. He had to put the rest of his 1% fat cookies and other goods into tins so they'd stay fresh and the fresh pizza he'd made himself was ready to be cooked once he'd sprinkled on the toppings.
Once the dishes were done, drying on the side, and everything was in its place, Lloyd walked back into the living room once again with not much to do until the pizza.
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For the ten minutes that Lloyd puttered around in the kitchen, Fisher just sat on the couch and stared at the tv blankly. The movie was okay, pretty much. Fisher tried to focus on it but his mind kept wandering.
Lloyd's presence startled him enough to force his eyes away from the television, looking up at the demon with hazy eyes. "I told James that I wanted to marry him," he said, not realizing for a second that he'd admitted it. Blinking in suprise, Fisher curled deeper into himself. Stupid mouth. "It didn't go so well. He feels stuck. He doesn't think Will really wants to be with him. He asked if I wanted him, and... I couldn't pick him. I couldn't do it to Will." He sniffled, resting his chin on his knees. "What's wrong with me?" he whimpered.
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As Fisher spoke Lloyd's understanding of the situation became clearly. Settling beside the medium Lloyd sat closer than before, ignoring the quiet telvision as he explained things. A few moments passed before Lloyd looked to him again. "You're acting on what is best for your friend, not for yourself. There's nothing wrong with you." He took Fisher's hand, holding it gently. "You could be selfish, yes, and say that you want him. But whereas James doesn't know Will wants him, you know different."
Lloyd paused. His own converastion with Will had given him some progress but only in the way of backing off from James and allowing him to figure out his own head. Will had made Lloyd swear not to tell Fisher any of what they spoke about, and he wasn't going to. Hinting, however, had not been agreed. "I believe..." he began, a purposeful weight behind the tone of his voice, "that Will wants to try but is unable to do so at the moment. I also believe James is being swept up in a good thing before either of them are ready. You have got swept along with them, but you've recognised it. You've made a decision and can potentially move forward whereas they're still... flapping about unsure of anything. You stuck by your friend. You have a direction now. It may suck, but at least you know."
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Fisher let Lloyd take his hand, glad for the contact, actually listening this time when the man spoke. And oddly enough, he made the medium smile, if just a little. "Wow. I sound a lot less like a homewrecking, heartbreaking asshole when you put it like that." Fisher knew he was doing the right thing by not taking James. James had fallen for Will so quickly, he was happy around him. And while maybe James wasn't in love with Will, he did love him. And Will cared about James a lot more then he would, or could, admit to. And Fisher knew that he couldn't ruin that before it even had a chance to grow.
He knew that what he was doing was right. Seeing James, though, hearing the gut-wrenching sadness in his voice, made it almost impossible to follow through. Lloyd was helping a lot. "I know that Will's a dumbass," Fisher summed up. "And James moves too fast. And they both have someone they need to get over. Maybe..." He paused, placing a hand around the back of his neck. "Maybe I need to disappear for awhile. See less of them. I kinda tried, but... I mean it's hard to avoid Will because he thinks I'm gonna leave him forever and I'm not. But maybe if I tell them I need space... they'll understand. And then they can be together while I'm not around and they can get closer and figure out that they should be together." Saying it out loud hurt more then anything, but he needed to get used to it. Will and James should be together.
---
Fisher was hardly a homewrecking asshole. Just a little messed up. Same as everyone in the damn school. With nobody having their shit together, a bunch of meddled supernaturals all bunched under one roof was bound to cause some problems. The medium's suggestion wasn't a bad one, but Lloyd took a moment to think it over.
"Time away could benefit you too. It might allow you to come to terms with the whole Will and James scenario..." Lloyd told him, giving his hand a squeeze. Though there was one possibility that Fisher hadn't thought of. "I wonder, though.... what will happen with you if they decide it isn't for them? If they don't make it, or if it falls apart at the beginning. Feelings can't always make a relationship work."
---
Seperation and time were probably the only things that would make any of this make sense. It was hard to peel yourself away from something that mattered so much. But Lloyd was right, that was probably what would be best. Maybe Fisher would talk to James and Will in the morning. Maybe he'd just vanish awhile, see if they noticed. No, no. That was passive aggressive female shit right there. Besides, what if they didn't notice? He'd slit his wrists by the end of the week.
"I've already thought about that," Fisher told the demon. Actually, he'd thought about it a lot. It was a secret thought he didn't like admitting to, but a very small part of him hoped that Will and James did not last. "If they don't work out, I'm gonna ask Will if he'll completely hate me if I go for James. And if he won't, I'm marrying James that same damn day. Can't be legal or anything, but..." He shrugged a little. "I want him. And if it were anybody but Will, I'd have him."
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Fisher was so smitten for James it was quite endearing but at the same time it made Lloyd's stomach roll. He hadn't thought about it til Fisher said, had managed to put it out of his mind, but his own wedding would not be happening now for... well it was indefinite. If they didn't work things out there might not even be a wedding to look forward to. Fisher was a lot like himself, but Lloyd didn't want to draw attention to his relationship problems by speaking about that.
"That's sweet," Lloyd said, obviously attempting to hide the fact his eyes were misting over at his own failures. "You're so in love with him...." Feeling his guts pickle once more, Lloyd patted Fisher's knee then got to his feet. "I'm gonna put my pizza in. Back in a minute." Any excuse to leave the room and compose himself. It was times like these he wished he had more than low fat ice cream and calorie controlled meals to gorge on. Once his dinner was in the oven Lloyd walked back in, a small smile forced on his face.
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Fisher wasn't sure if "sweet" had anything to do with it. He'd had enough people tell him that this back and forth relationship with James was damaging to them both, that they were codependent, that neither of them could grow as people unless they stopped clinging to each other. So Fisher was trying. It hurt like having fingers ripped off, but he was trying to let James grow on his own, without a skinny gothic anchor to hold him down.
Self absorbed in his own problems, the medium totally missed Lloyd's sudden introversion, which was probably what Lloyd wanted anyway. He was so in love with James. He had been pretty much from the very moment he'd seen him. It hurt like hell that he'd let him go again, especially since he could have had him. Even though James cared for Will, and Will cared for James, Fisher could have easily gotten him back. But Will was his best friend. He couldn't hurt the man. He'd never tell the angel how much he'd given up for him.
As Lloyd reentered the living toom, Fisher looked up at him. "This isn't working," he said simply, uncurling himself and tossing the pillow to the floor. "Can I have some more whiskey?" Or a gun?
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Folding his arms a little, but in a more thoughtful rather than authoritive stance, Lloyd considered Fisher a moment before he answered him. "Yes, you can. But with the pizza. It'll be done in quarter of an hour, then you can have a drink. And I'll share my ice cream with you, we'll gorge on the lovely patries I've made and watch a treat really trashy movie. I have many in my collection."
Of course he left out the fact that Fisher would be getting treated to hugs, possibly doing makeovers and anything else to distract him from his misery. Throwing himself on the sofa Lloyd grabbed the tv remote and changed the channel on the TV over to a different film; he landed on the perfect one. A tall, butch, half naked man going all primitive in a foreign film of fantasy shooting a look with his green eyes to the woman he was attempting to woo. Lloyd would like a piece, yes please...
"C'mere," he said idly, tugging Fisher to lean on him.
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While food didn't sound appealing, liquor did. And ice cream did too. And it was pizza after all, not like it was really real food. Junk food might be acceptable. It helped destroy the body, albeit slower than drugs would have, but it still made the effort. He would accept it. And he would accept Lloyd's attempt to comfort him, because unlike Nox, Lloyd actually knew Fisher and therefore he could believe the demon gave a shit about him.
Fisher scooted on the couch toward Lloyd, crawled into his lap and curled up, resting his head against the man's chest. Maybe this wasn't quite what Lloyd had in mind, but Fisher needed contact. He didn't ask for it much. "That guy's hot," he mumbled, a little smile on his face.
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Fisher would be forcefed if he didn't eat. Lloyd was that determined to get something down the medium's throat - which wasn't a part of himself. He was very glad when Fisher came closer but he hadn't expected a complete invasion. Not that he wasn't welcome. The demon accepted the medium onto his lap and into his arms, cuddling him close. They'd have to break this embrace once the pizza was done but Lloyd was going to milk this for all it was worth.
Thankful that Fisher had actually noticed the stud on screen, Lloyd laughed softly. "Yes he is. I wouldn't kick that out of bed...." Fisher was just like a rather gothic teddy bear really, one which gave Lloyd more warmth than he already had and comfort that only a little needy medium could provide. He was almost tempted to kiss the top of his head but refrained, resting his chin on him instead in a snuggling gesture.
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In a sick way, Lloyd was like a parental figure to Fisher. A parental figure that, as Lloyd had said about the guy onscreen, Fisher would not kick out of bed. He placed a hand on Lloyd's chest, happy that it was warm, and also sad that it reminded him of James. Maybe coming to a fire demon that had bedded James wasn't the best way to stop thinking about him.
"I'm miserable," he admitted, like it wasn't obvious. "I just... I wish I could stop thinking. I don't wanna think anymore. I want to do anything but think about everything." He shifted in Lloyd's lap, putting one arm back around the man's waist. "You're really warm. And that guy is all broody and scowling and hot. Wanna make out?"
---
It was horrid that Fisher felt so unhappy, but at his cheeky little suggestion Lloyd had to laugh. Cuddling him gently, Lloyd rubbed the medium's arm in the hope to comfort him. "I would, but unfortunately Garret and I are doing the whole trying thing," he told him, finally giving in and kissing the top of Fisher's head. Though he might be a parent sort of figure to the medium, Lloyd still had an underlying attraction to him. Of course he wouldn't be revealing this.
"Even though it's really tempting cause you're a good kisser, why don't we... paint each other's nails or something shit like that? Or you can come up with your own recipe in my kitchen. Call it the Fisher."
---
Well, couldn't blame a guy for trying. And he hadn't expected Lloyd to go for it anyway. He didn't even think that he could follow through anyway. Nothing killed a mood faster then pulling away and tearily telling your makeout partner that you "can't do this". "Good for you guys," Fisher said sincerely. He didn't mention that he thought Garret didn't deserve Lloyd, or that they were probably setting themselves up for disappointment again. It wasn't his place to say and besides, what the hell did Fisher know about success in relationships anyway? He was just moody and he knew it and he wasn't gonna bring Lloyd down.
"Are you allowed to paint your nails?" he asked. "I thought that might be one of those things that goes against the dress code." Hope probably wouldn't mind, truth be told. She was a nice woman, and she was a real person, too. Fisher was glad she'd taken over this place. "Ugh, you don't want me in your kitchen," he assured Lloyd. "I can't even make easy mac. I'd set fire to boiling water."
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Lloyd shrugged. "I don't really know, don't care either. Students have seen teachers in a worse state than with their nails painted." Drunk, sexed up, depressed, drugged out, suicidal.. everything and anything. It was a wonder any of them had any respect left. Stroking through Fisher's hair again he smiled to himself. "As for the kitchen, you wouldn't necessarily touch anything. Just point and taste. Like - if you want chocolate I put it in the mix and you taste if it's enough. Could be interesting."
Or potentially poisonous. Either way it'd have an adventure... but things needed to come to a stop right now as the rather nice Prince on television was demanding attention and drooling.
---
It was actually pretty damn funny how starstruck Lloyd got over hot men. This was not the first time Fisher had been witness to the demon's eyes growing hungry over a man. It got a laugh out of him though, which was a marked improvement. Pulling away a bit so he could look at Lloyd's face, Fisher shook his head and smiled at the demon. "You're ridiculous," he giggled. "Look at you, going all gaga for that guy. You'd think he was gonna jump out of your television and carry you off to the bedroom the way you're eating him up with your eyes." Poking Lloyd in the ribs, Fisher grinned. "Don't you have a fiance or something? What are you doing looking at guys like its live porno?"
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It was certainly an improvement, seeing Fisher laughing albeit at Lloyd's expense. Acting offending Lloyd huffed, blushing slightly at the accusations sweeping at him. Yes the dude was hot but like every gay man, surely, appreciating the male form was simply natural? A smirk crossed across the demon's face, though, and he poked Fisher right back.
"Yes, I have a fiancé..." He hoped, he thought. "Doesn't mean I don't like a good fantasy now and then, and he certainly makes for a good fantasy. Big. Strong. Arms. Guh." In a very over dramatic way Lloyd dropped his head back and sighed, closing his eyes. "Saying to me in a deep voice 'Lloyd Harris - I want you. I have travelled many miles to be with you....' shit that sounds like Garret..."
---
Fisher appreciated the male form as much as Lloyd did, there was no doubt about that. He wasn't picky, either. Any naked man was a good one. But he'd learned to be quite subtle about it, to hide attractions. Upstate New York was hardly the place to be noticeable different.
Cackling, and never one to turn down a golden opportunity to get Lloyd hot and bothered, Fisher stradled himself over the man's lap, leaning close to his exposed neck. "Lloyd Harris," he murmured, voice deep and with just a twinge of the accent similar to the man on screen's, "I want you. I have travelled many miles to be with you." Fisher was used to playing the role someone wanted him to, could accomodate most fantasies. "Come be with me and my rippling biceps, and my taut stomach and huge, throbbing, massive cock..."
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Lloyd didn't feel Fisher shifting to straddle him. What he did feel however was the medium's breath against his neck and he heard the same voice from TV whisper to him from Fisher's mouth. Of course it had a twinge of the medium's tone about it but it was incredible. His head shot back up from the couch to stare at Fisher in shock, mouth open and eyes twinkling before he smirked and tickled his ribs.
"Bastard," he laughed, beginning to torment him. "You absolute cockbag!"
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Tickling was totally against the rules, and Fisher would have told Lloyd this but he was too busy giggling like crazy. "Stop!" he cried out, wriggling and thrashing and trying to catch his breath. "THAT"S CHEATING!" No fair for Lloyd to be making him laugh very much against his will. It just wasn't fair, that's all it was.
He even tried retaliating but Lloyd's hands were fast and he's gotten right through Fisher's defenses and was making it impossible for him to do anything but giggle and squirm. "DICK!" he shouted loudly, gasping for breath.
---
Oh if Garret could hear what was going on here right now... Lloyd half expected him to phase through the walls right about now. Didn't mean that the demon was about to give in to Fisher's squeals and stop though. The fact that the man on TV was actually beginning to dance was possibly Fisher's opportunity to get him back or escape, as Lloyd was so distracted by the undulating muscles and broodiness that he lapsed in his tickle attacks.
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Seizing the opportunity for freedom, Fisher tumbled off Lloyd's lap and onto the couch again, panting. "You... a prick," he puffed, resting his hands on his belly. He was flat on his back, staring up at the ceiling while he caught his breath. This was not over. He would get his revenge, but when the demon was not expecting it.
Finally breathing properly, Fisher sat upright, kicking Lloyd gently in the thigh. "You're a bitch," he told him flatly. "I'm hungry. How long until we have pizza?" His tummy gurgled loudly, as though assuring Lloyd that the statement was indeed true.
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Letting Fisher collapse to the side, Lloyd chuckled to himself. The medium looked exhausted, bless him, but Lloyd's attention was still on the TV screen. It was a rather odd dance routine, one which was probably of award-winning standards in India but right now they just looked silly. Lloyd would probably try and re-enact it later on.
"It's done when you can smell it...." As Fisher's foot prodded his thigh Lloyd captured it with his hand then dragged it up as if he were going to eat it. Instead he began tickling the soles. "I'll have a snack in the mean time..." he growled.
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What in the hell was Lloyd doing? Fisher let out an uncharacteristic, gleeful shriek as Lloyd's fingers attacked him again. "NOOooooooo!" he cried out, curling his legs up to his chest, making several attempts and then finally pulling away from Lloyd. Fisher rolled off the couch to the floor, trying to get some distance between himself and the terrible, evil demon. Crouched on the floor, Fisher looked up to Lloyd with a serious scowl on his face.
"Don't tickle me," he pouted, crossing his arms over his chest.
---
God Fisher was such a pouty arse! But cute with it. Far too cute. It was like he was seven. It almost made Lloyd feel like a cradle snatching babysitter rather than a grown man with only a small age gap to this cheeky medium. Lloyd knew Fisher liked it but if he insisted on being left alone...
"Fine, Pouty McPout," the demon shrugged, the grin disappearing as he appeared nonchalant, rising to his feet. "I'll get the pizza." It was with a sort of triumphant swagger that he walked to the kitchen; Fisher might take it as victory because he'd conceded defeat. For Lloyd, it was because he'd made the man laugh.
---
Making Fisher laugh was one of those novelties people seemed to take a great deal of pride in. Maybe because he always seemed so moody, bringing a smile to his face was some accomplishment. Still, Fisher was just glad that Lloyd seemed done for the moment, and climbed back onto the couch to wait for food. This was a better evening then he had expected it to be. Of course, he had expected either to be strung out, wasted or crying his eyes out. Or a combination of all three.
Getting settled, Fisher stretched out over the couch, appetite increasing with each passing second. He had a feeling that, since he needed to stay away from James and Will for awhile, this would be a place he'd end up often. Hopefully Lloyd would not mind. "I wanted to say thanks," he called over the top of the couch, saying this now when he didn't have to meet Lloyd's gaze. "For this. For letting me barge in here unannounced. I know I'm kind of impossible, I just... well thanks."
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It was a habit of Lloyd to hum as he cooked, so when he was pottering around the kitchen Fisher would have been able to hear a random tune over the top of the muted TV. The pizza was crispy and smelled divine. He'd put a nice topping on it, not only cheese but rosemary and basil, a sprinkling of oregano and parma ham. He'd also been tempted to put a load of garlic on it but Garret wouldn't like him.
Smiling to himself at Fisher's thanks, Lloyd called back in answer, softly. "You're not impossible, sweetheart," he told him, taking off his oven mitts. "And you're welcome here anytime, I hope you know that. You're.... well...." There was a pause. "You're sort of the best friend I have. So... you can barge in here whenever you like."
Diving it in half (greedily he'd planned on eating the entire thing this evening, not in line with his diet) and placing some sauces on the side in case, Lloyd took both plates into the living room with a smile as if there'd been no sentiment before. "Bigger half? Or the one with more sauce?"
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Sweetheart. Shit. His mom had called him that when he was really little, and of course he'd hated it. And now he didn't even really have a mom, or anyone to love him anymore. No one who didn't come with complication, who he hadn't hurt or hadn't hurt him. He was starting to feel really lonely again. Thankfully Lloyd came back into the rom and he brought pizza, which was cause enough to feel better. Sitting up, he peered up at Lloyd with round, apologetic eyes. "Oh... did you want some?" He could keep a straight face for a good ten seconds, but then a smile broke onto his lips.
"Bigger half," he decided, making room on the couch for Lloyd. Grabbing a slice and taking a bite, Fisher chewed a moment before turning to face Lloyd. "So... you really mean what you said? I can come in whenever I want? Like... even when you and Garret are getting busy? Because I don't mind watching. Or joining. Or, you know... cutting in and making him wait..."