Who: Nasir and Agron What: Lessons in torture (or: someone needs help studying) When: Tuesday afternoon Where: Coffee shop Rating/Warnings: Mentions of kidnapping and sexual assault, language Status: Incomplete
Nasir had asked Agron for some help studying German, since he really did need to pass the class and he wasn't getting much of anywhere on his own. Something just wasn't clicking - before he'd been taken, he'd been a fairly good student, but sometime in the four years he'd been gone apparently that had changed. So, frustrated beyond belief the night before, he'd sent an SOS and requested a lesson when he got out of class, and Agron had agreed.
He couldn't exactly describe the emotion he was feeling - it wasn't nervousness, and it wasn't exactly anticipation, but at the same time he wasn't sure how to act around the man. He wasn't sure what was going to happen in the dreams (and he still wasn't sure that he entirely believed that he was having them - despite what the girl on the network had said about the dream lives mirroring their own, it seemed too convenient that he would be a slave in a Roman household, that he would even have been given the same name, which made him shudder - if he had to have a parallel dimension self or whatever, he'd have hoped that the other him would have a happier life. He should have known better), and he'd only seen a few snippets of what had happened to him. Standing out clearly was Agron, Spartacus, and Crixus, deciding the fate of their 'wild little dog'. How he and Agron got from wanting to kill each other to...whatever they apparently were doing later on, he wasn't sure, but it did make him feel...weird. That was it. Agron obviously knew him better than he knew Agron, which was kind of uncomfortable considering his past.
But, well, he really did need the help and maybe he'd be able to get a little bit more about the dreams out of Agron, so Nasir was choosing to push all of that aside and instead was taking up an entire booth at the cafe they'd agreed on, books and pens and highlighters strewn across it, glaring at his notecards like they'd personally offended him and waiting for Agron to arrive.