[ It was theoretical, but okay. If he's not a little high now, he'll be dragging his hands on his face. ]
Okay, sure. [ He reaches out for the cigarette again. He needs to get more high for this. ] Whatever. You're the better fuck. I'm just here to survive.
[ Bobby himself doesn't even think of his performance in sex or if he was good or anything. ]
[ shifting some, he lays down on the couch then, head propped against the armrest, finishing off the rest of the cigarette as he stares up to the ceiling. ]
I'm secretly insecure and always waiting for people to leave me.
[ Maybe it's his head swimming, but did he hear that right? Frowning, Bobby glances at John as he lays down on the couch, his back still comfortably leaning against the leather. ]
John? [ Pauses, still surprised he'd admit this. ] Hey. [ Places a gentle hand on the other's leg. ]
[ he doesn't bother to move his leg nor look over to the other. instead, he focuses on the smoke swirling above him from the tip of his nearly done cigarette. ]
[ Blue eyes never leaving John, Bobby's gaze turns softer, if not wistful. His voice, too, turns gentler, if not also laced with longing. ]
I never left you. [ It's quiet, almost like a whisper, but it's loud enough for both of them to hear. ] Even with everything that happened, I didn't leave. [ Never left him to die in Alcatraz. Never left all those happy memories in his mind. ]
[ scoff there on his lips, he looks to the cigarette he holds there above him. watches the way the embers slowly begin to die. he can feel them, naturally. ]
[ Still is. Always be, no matter how rocky the roads are in their future. He watches John, transported back to that time they're also in this position in one of the Institute's couches, talking about stupid stuff. ]
And because you're important to me. Always have. Always will.
[ he stares to the cigarette a little longer before he twists some — reaches over for the ashtray there on the coffee table — and crushes the thing until it's completely out. ]
You're weird.
[ a dismissive remark as he settles back against the couch again, laying there. typical john. ]
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[ it’s said rather nonchalantly, mind you. john tends to have a way of just saying shit to rile others up after all. ]
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Our powers don't define our relationships, John. If I can produce flames, you'd be my best friend?
[ They were, once. ]
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[ how dare you even think that, bobby drake. ]
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Okay, sure. [ He reaches out for the cigarette again. He needs to get more high for this. ] Whatever. You're the better fuck. I'm just here to survive.
[ Bobby himself doesn't even think of his performance in sex or if he was good or anything. ]
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Can I make a suggestion?
[ he doesn't wait to continue. ]
You gotta lighten up more. If it's easy for me to get to you, you're not gonna do well here.
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So, is this you testing me so I can do well here?
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[ sort of. deep down, john's a sensitive little shit. ]
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Sure, whatever you say. This coming from the guy who always sees me as competition.
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[ gosh, bobby. ]
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[ For the right reasons, yes. ]
Who else do you see as competition, then?
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[ shifting some, he lays down on the couch then, head propped against the armrest, finishing off the rest of the cigarette as he stares up to the ceiling. ]
I'm secretly insecure and always waiting for people to leave me.
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John? [ Pauses, still surprised he'd admit this. ] Hey. [ Places a gentle hand on the other's leg. ]
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[ he doesn't bother to move his leg nor look over to the other. instead, he focuses on the smoke swirling above him from the tip of his nearly done cigarette. ]
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I never left you. [ It's quiet, almost like a whisper, but it's loud enough for both of them to hear. ] Even with everything that happened, I didn't leave. [ Never left him to die in Alcatraz. Never left all those happy memories in his mind. ]
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[ what he's done to a number of people here over time. ]
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And even then, I'll stay.
[ John can leave all he wants, numerous times if he wants, but Bobby knows he'll always be here, trying to be beside him. ]
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Why?
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[ Still is. Always be, no matter how rocky the roads are in their future. He watches John, transported back to that time they're also in this position in one of the Institute's couches, talking about stupid stuff. ]
And because you're important to me. Always have. Always will.
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You're weird.
[ a dismissive remark as he settles back against the couch again, laying there. typical john. ]
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For thinking you're important to me, that you're my best friend? Then yeah, guess I'm weird.
[ Bobby's smile widens a tad. ] You can run away from me, leave all you want, but nothing's gonna change the fact you're my best friend, you know.
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[ there's no disgust or disdain in his voice as he says it. just more matter of fact. at least to john. ]
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Yeah, I'm well-aware. [ Chuckles some more. ] Still, I said what I said and they're all true.
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Whatever. Keep that shit to yourself. Otherwise you’ll make me puke.
[ not really. just john being john. ]
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Okay, okay. Not gonna risk you puking all over this nice couch. [ Which is very comfortable. He grins. ] You asked, though. I just answered.
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[ he gives his leg a shake there just to be a bit of a brat. ]