[Oh, the saddest little burrito there ever was. Corry chuckles a little, helping Iggy sit up enough to sip at the water.]
You're not dumb, baby. You're sick. [A pause, and he presses his lips together in deep thought.] I suppose I just -- dislike the idea of you being here alone with nobody to help.
Yes, you're very much an adult, sweetie. [Another forehead kiss, no matter how gross he is.] My assistant's coming with medicine and soup and things. Any preference? I'm a minestrone guy myself.
[It feels so good to be looked after. Iggy sinks back.]
Ruins the fantasy.
I'm supposed to be cheerful and willing to do anything you want and attractive and clean and only eat salads so you can fuck me at literally any given moment. I'm not supposed to be stinky and sick and depressed.
Ah, right. [Corry settles in beside Iggy, arm around him, stroking his hair again and again.] And you can't express any opinions, because they might be the wrong ones, and making that particular customer upset means you won't eat or have enough for rent or bills. And you especially can't ever say "no".
I remember, Iggy. I've been there too. [Very gently, but firmly:] But here's what you need to remember: nobody tells me who I can like. I decide that.
Mmm, I'll take it as a compliment, regardless. I'm very weak to flattery.
[Corry nods slightly, part of him counting on the fever to make Iggy not really remember any of this. But another part wants him to remember. To know.]
I did. For a long time. In the 90s, so much less high tech. No streaming for me.
Mmm, should still be warm. I had Ramon make it fresh. [Who is Ramon. What.
No time to explain, because Corry’s getting to his feet, calling over a shoulder:] I'll ponder my brutally honest questions for the moment. Make a list, perhaps.
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Date: 2023-09-19 03:04 pm (UTC)But, thank you. For taking me.
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Date: 2023-10-01 12:38 am (UTC)You're not dumb, baby. You're sick. [A pause, and he presses his lips together in deep thought.] I suppose I just -- dislike the idea of you being here alone with nobody to help.
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Date: 2023-10-01 12:57 am (UTC)I'm an adult, you know. I've been alone before.
...I'm gross.
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Date: 2023-10-01 01:16 am (UTC)[He exhales shakily.]
You're not going to like me anymore after this. But I'm glad you're here anyway.
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Date: 2023-10-01 04:54 am (UTC)[Corry taps out a quick text, then focuses on smoothing Iggy's hair away from his face. He frowns a bit, lightly.]
I'm not? Says who?
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Date: 2023-10-01 07:04 am (UTC)Ruins the fantasy.
I'm supposed to be cheerful and willing to do anything you want and attractive and clean and only eat salads so you can fuck me at literally any given moment. I'm not supposed to be stinky and sick and depressed.
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Date: 2023-10-01 03:52 pm (UTC)I remember, Iggy. I've been there too. [Very gently, but firmly:] But here's what you need to remember: nobody tells me who I can like. I decide that.
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Date: 2023-10-01 04:11 pm (UTC)[His eyes close and he leans into Corry's comforting presence.]
...see, this is why you're my favourite. Not that you have any reason to believe that.
[He's quiet a while, not quite dozing.]
You did what I do?
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Date: 2023-10-01 04:40 pm (UTC)[Corry nods slightly, part of him counting on the fever to make Iggy not really remember any of this. But another part wants him to remember. To know.]
I did. For a long time. In the 90s, so much less high tech. No streaming for me.
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Date: 2023-10-01 04:52 pm (UTC)Jeez. [He has to think about that - he wasn't even born yet.]
That's a lot more dangerous. And now you're hella rich paying for twinky dipshits life me to get Prada bags.
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Date: 2023-10-01 10:28 pm (UTC)It was, yes. And now I'm rich and old. Giving back to the community, in a way. In memory of the twinky dipshit I once was.
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Date: 2023-10-01 10:32 pm (UTC)[Iggy bursts into a laugh, quickly smothers it, and it turns into a coughing fit. He has to drink water once he recovers.]
Oh my god, sorry, sorry. That nearly killed me. You're going to kill me.
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Date: 2023-10-02 12:26 am (UTC)Sorry, sorry, I'll turn off the genius charm for a few minutes.
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Date: 2023-10-02 02:48 am (UTC)[He smiles, very nearly shy.]
You're actually really funny. No shit.
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Date: 2023-10-02 05:28 am (UTC)[His phone buzzes, and he straightens a bit.] That's my assistant. I'll buzz them up, hm? Don't want the soup to get cold.
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Date: 2023-10-02 05:39 am (UTC)I'm not flattering you. I'm too sick. If you ever wanted a brutally honest answer to anything, now would be the time.
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Date: 2023-10-02 02:55 pm (UTC)No time to explain, because Corry’s getting to his feet, calling over a shoulder:] I'll ponder my brutally honest questions for the moment. Make a list, perhaps.