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.
Corry is... different. He hates to think it, it smacks of romanticism, but none of Iggy's other guys would have come to his aid. He's not sure how to feel about it besides grateful.]
[There's a soft conversation, a higher, petulant voice insisting that they want to come inside and make friends, and then a short "absolutely not, go away" from Corry before the door closes. Then he returns with some fancy Michael-Kors-esque tote bag, out of which he produces a steaming to-go container of soup, copious amounts of cold medicine, water, Gatorade, the whole nine yards.]
You're the least shrill person I know, baby. [Not true at all, but it's a nice compliment. So is the soup -- hot, steamy, full of chicken and veggies and spices and very clearly not from a can. There's a spoon too and yes, Corry is going to spoon-feed Iggy. Hush, he's caretaking.]
His expression softens a bit -- goes a little sad.] Not everything is transactional, love. Sometimes I do things because I want to. Not because I expect you to pay me back.
No, no. [Another pause, then a shrug.] Well, I mean, I'm not opposed to medical kink, it can be fun.
Because it's a commitment. It's -- marriage level shit. [He smooths Iggy's hair back, thoughtfully.] But if you mean just -- kinkier things, I wasn't sure if you'd be interested.
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[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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Sorry, sorry, I'll turn off the genius charm for a few minutes.
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[He smiles, very nearly shy.]
You're actually really funny. No shit.
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[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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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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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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[But off he goes. Iggy sighs and settles back.
Corry is... different. He hates to think it, it smacks of romanticism, but none of Iggy's other guys would have come to his aid. He's not sure how to feel about it besides grateful.]
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Sorry. My assistant is -- shrill.
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[Iggy sits up, actually interested in the soup.]
People think I'm going to be shrill, you know. And then I'm not and it fucks them up at first, heh.
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[Iggy has no shame - he opens his mouth for soup.]
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Oh, like a little bird. Cute. It's almost the perfect temperature, too, not too cold.] Good?
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[He nods.]
Very good, thank you.
...you know. You're really very good to me. I owe you whatever you want.
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His expression softens a bit -- goes a little sad.] Not everything is transactional, love. Sometimes I do things because I want to. Not because I expect you to pay me back.
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[He catches that look and immediately feels awful.] Sorry. It's not you. It's me. I'm just... used to it.
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[Corry shakes his head, putting the lid back on the soup and moving to settle beside Iggy again.] No, babe, don't be sorry. I know, remember? I know.
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Yeah. But. Ugh.
...I have always made other people happy. I think maybe it's why I'm good at what I do. So it's weird to not like... reciprocate. Or something.
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[But he gets it. He remembers.] I like taking care of you. That's reciprocation for me. Think of it that way?
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Sorry.
Yeah? Okay. I can handle that. You're very good at it.
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A sigh.] Did you ever see 50 Shades of Grey?
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Jesus, Corry, I thought you meant you had a medical fetish!
[He looks at Corry reproachfully.]
You've never asked me to do that stuff.
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Because it's a commitment. It's -- marriage level shit. [He smooths Iggy's hair back, thoughtfully.] But if you mean just -- kinkier things, I wasn't sure if you'd be interested.
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...oh. [A rarity: he goes pink.]
Corry. I can do kink. I'm a professional. Just like... don't shit on me, otherwise whatever.
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