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Of course it wasn't anything you did. It's something he has to sort out in his own head. You didn't do anything wrong.
[Meet him in the pit, Hawk, etc etc.]
Well, I know for a fact that you have plenty of energy, Tim.
But if that's what you want, that's fine too. I'm still figuring out what I want, but I think
I think it's more like a crew. There's a captain, of course, and a first mate and that relationship is special, but it doesn't make the rest of the crew less part of it. If that makes sense?
[Meet him in the pit, Hawk, etc etc.]
Well, I know for a fact that you have plenty of energy, Tim.
But if that's what you want, that's fine too. I'm still figuring out what I want, but I think
I think it's more like a crew. There's a captain, of course, and a first mate and that relationship is special, but it doesn't make the rest of the crew less part of it. If that makes sense?
That's not completely true. I said some things I shouldn't have.
I understand what you're saying. I don't know if it's a perfect metaphor (what am I, a lieutenant?) but I get it.
Just let me know if you start to feel differently, okay? Quentin's charming and handsome and all of that, but you're my best friend here. I don't want to do anything that would hurt you.
I understand what you're saying. I don't know if it's a perfect metaphor (what am I, a lieutenant?) but I get it.
Just let me know if you start to feel differently, okay? Quentin's charming and handsome and all of that, but you're my best friend here. I don't want to do anything that would hurt you.
Everyone says things they don't mean or shouldn't say. It's actions that matter.
Lieutenant works. Don't tell Quentin, he'll start calling you Lieutenant Sweets or something.
I'm your best friend? Really? [Yes the rest of it is important, but this is the part that has Koby looking up, eyes immediately welling up.]
Lieutenant works. Don't tell Quentin, he'll start calling you Lieutenant Sweets or something.
I'm your best friend? Really? [Yes the rest of it is important, but this is the part that has Koby looking up, eyes immediately welling up.]
[ Koby, please. Who else would be—he's been hiding out here for the last two weeks, be serious. Tim smiles warmly at him, and then, after a moment of fishing around in his lap for his bookmark, gets up to join the other two on the bed, carefully scooching in on Koby’s other side. ]
Yes, obviously. [ Speaking softly and ruffling Koby’s hair. On second thought, Tim puts an arm around him, pulling him in for a half-hug, as much as he can do without jostling sleeping beauty. ] You think I would stay involved in... [ a vague gesture. whatever this is. ] otherwise? You know I take it seriously. I’m not saying you don’t, just that if you weren’t that important to me, I wouldn’t let you watch while I blow your boyfriend.
Yes, obviously. [ Speaking softly and ruffling Koby’s hair. On second thought, Tim puts an arm around him, pulling him in for a half-hug, as much as he can do without jostling sleeping beauty. ] You think I would stay involved in... [ a vague gesture. whatever this is. ] otherwise? You know I take it seriously. I’m not saying you don’t, just that if you weren’t that important to me, I wouldn’t let you watch while I blow your boyfriend.
[Sniffing, rubbing at his eyes – irrepressible crybaby, even now, even after everything – Koby laughs softly and leans into the arm around him, to Tim fluffing up his hair, even as he makes a bit of a face at it.] Sorry, I just – nobody’s ever said that to me before, so. It’s new. It’s all a bit new, that’s all.
I know you take it seriously. [Gently, resting his chin at Tim’s shoulder and looking up over the purple rims of his glasses.] I know. And – thank you. For trusting me. Both of us. Whatever.
[Then, as the word sinks in, Koby turns absolutely crimson again and elbows Tim in the ribs, hissing:] He is not my boyfriend, stop that.
I know you take it seriously. [Gently, resting his chin at Tim’s shoulder and looking up over the purple rims of his glasses.] I know. And – thank you. For trusting me. Both of us. Whatever.
[Then, as the word sinks in, Koby turns absolutely crimson again and elbows Tim in the ribs, hissing:] He is not my boyfriend, stop that.
[ It's hard to believe, just from knowing Koby, and his kind heart, generous nature, his curiosity. But, knowing his story, it makes sense. He maintains the tact not to press it, because there are much more fun things to press instead. ]
Hey, no fighting. He'll wake up and know you've been bad.
[ With a snort. ]
Hey, no fighting. He'll wake up and know you've been bad.
[ With a snort. ]
Ow!
[ More painful than bodily harm? Losing your spot in your book. Tim nabs Koby's book and holds it away with his much longer arms, a real troublemaker, a real ruffian. ]
Maybe I want to be. You don't know.
[ More painful than bodily harm? Losing your spot in your book. Tim nabs Koby's book and holds it away with his much longer arms, a real troublemaker, a real ruffian. ]
Maybe I want to be. You don't know.
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[Koby gasps, reaching for the book in vain, eyes wide.]
Stop that! I'll lose my spot and I want to see if Abraham Lincoln has a nice night at this theater he's going to. [...is he kidding. He genuinely might not know that Abraham Lincoln dies. Spoilers.
Then, leaning across Tim and grabbing for the book:] I think I do know. Based on evidence. Give me that.
Stop that! I'll lose my spot and I want to see if Abraham Lincoln has a nice night at this theater he's going to. [...is he kidding. He genuinely might not know that Abraham Lincoln dies. Spoilers.
Then, leaning across Tim and grabbing for the book:] I think I do know. Based on evidence. Give me that.
[ He should not laugh. He was a great man who changed the world and his death was a tragedy, not to mention, Quentin asleep mere inches from them, and yet, he laughs. ]
He doesn't. Does this one say anything about how he might have been queer?
[ Are Koby's rib's ticklish? Let's fine out. ]
I don't know what evidence you're talking about.
He doesn't. Does this one say anything about how he might have been queer?
[ Are Koby's rib's ticklish? Let's fine out. ]
I don't know what evidence you're talking about.
[There's more scowling and more attempts to lunge and grab the book without disturbing Quentin snuggled comfortably beside him, somehow.]
What do you mean he doesn't? And no, not yet. Maybe that comes after the theat--
[And then he breaks off in a sudden squeaking gasp, squirming away from Tim and clamping one hand over his own mouth to stifle a giggle. Muffled:] Do not. And yes you do, don't lie.
[Very ticklish, sounds like.]
What do you mean he doesn't? And no, not yet. Maybe that comes after the theat--
[And then he breaks off in a sudden squeaking gasp, squirming away from Tim and clamping one hand over his own mouth to stifle a giggle. Muffled:] Do not. And yes you do, don't lie.
[Very ticklish, sounds like.]
Thank you. Not nearly as much to mention in the lull between parties -- I've updated the timeline in Appendix A with all the descriptions I've found of the "rainbow party", but they're admittedly a little vague. I'll keep updating as I go, though.
Something personal? Are you okay?
Something personal? Are you okay?
Koby, President Lincoln is about to have a very bad night.
[ Not to spoil it. But better that he knows now than start crying about it later. The tickling does not stop, but he drops the book on the floor. ]
You think because I've been hanging around a couple weeks you know everything? You don't.
[ Not to spoil it. But better that he knows now than start crying about it later. The tickling does not stop, but he drops the book on the floor. ]
You think because I've been hanging around a couple weeks you know everything? You don't.
Don't tell me that! He's a magnificent leader! He deserves a peaceful end to his presidency!
[In between giggling, as Koby tries to squirm away from the tickling and also not jostle Quentin, face the same shade as his hair.]
I know enough! I'm very observant! [Jabbing his own pointy little elbows into Tim's ribs now.]
[In between giggling, as Koby tries to squirm away from the tickling and also not jostle Quentin, face the same shade as his hair.]
I know enough! I'm very observant! [Jabbing his own pointy little elbows into Tim's ribs now.]
More than anyone else.
I don't know if Louis' gonna handle it well, even if I want him there. It brings up bad memories for him. I mean, hey, we fought about this for a week. So. Maybe you can bring him some blood, or organize a massage afterwards or something.
I don't know if Louis' gonna handle it well, even if I want him there. It brings up bad memories for him. I mean, hey, we fought about this for a week. So. Maybe you can bring him some blood, or organize a massage afterwards or something.
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