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 Posted: Sat Apr 22, 2017 11:56 pm
Benji had spent the night in his room. In his bed. After having kissed him. More than once. Peter had been out of it enough the night before to not really have it bother him, and it didn’t really bother him now, but he definitely felt, well… embarrassed.
Probably because he wasn’t as bothered as he should be. Should he be bothered about it? Should he be questioning things about himself? He didn’t feel like he was, but it was normal for people to question things, right?
He groaned as he rubbed his face with his hands, still buried miserably under hospital blankets in his boring, single person room. Sure, there was the television to keep him distracted. Sort of. But it was bothering him that he wasn’t bothered and he should be bothered, which was bothering, and he just wanted to fade away into nothing and never talk about it again.
“Yeah, I’m awake,” he called when he heard a knock on the door. Not a nurse because they just tended to bustle in whenever they wanted. He assumed it was Benji again, but he was also pretty sure the other was about ready to be released. Maybe he was stopping to say bye until next time?
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Posted: Sun Apr 23, 2017 4:00 pm
From around the corner swaggered an all-too-familiar figure dressed in a pair of bright blue jeans, a neon green, long-sleeved teeshirt, and a tuquoise tanktop thrown over top so that the effect was somewhat blinding. There was also a blue knit cap over his head of black and cosmic hair, and several necklaces strung around his neck, along with a plethora of multicolored bracelets and blue painted nails.
"Yo," was Caspian's greeting as he came around to the other side of Peter's bed, fumbled with the side railing for a moment, finally lowered it, and promptly flopped himself onto it facing Peter, his back to the foot rail. He gave his future brother-in-law a mock salute and thrust something towards him.
"I come bearing gifts," Caspian intoned, as the smell of French fries wafted through the room. "Two McDoubles and two fries. Also a milkshake, if you want to share mine."
He shoved some fries into his mouth.
"You look like s**t. You good?"
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Posted: Fri May 12, 2017 7:55 pm
Out of all the people he could have expected, it hadn’t been Caspian. Peter gaped at him in surprise, which bordered on suspicion as his future brother-in-law decided to flop himself onto the bed to sit at the end of it.
He was just about to protest when a bag of food was suddenly thrust at him, and Peter fumbled to catch it.
Oh, well. That was a little better. But he still eyed Caspian curiously, and then eased back against the pillows so he could dig through his bag of fries and burger.
“Wow, thanks,” he mumbled somewhat sarcastically at the comment about him looking like s**t. He didn’t bother to look up to see if maybe his brother was there with him. He already knew Michael avoided hospitals like the plague.
He didn’t know if good was the right way to explain how he was at the moment. He was far from good, but he shrugged it off as he picked out a fry to eat.
“What do you want?” he eyed Caspian again, still not convinced that he was there out of the goodness of his heart. But maybe he was wrong. Or maybe he was right and Caspian just wanted to harass him about anything and everything.
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Posted: Tue May 16, 2017 4:08 pm
He knew that Peter had not expected him as a guest, which was exactly why Caspian had decided to visit. And also because, in spite of never admitting it, he did like Peter, and heckling his future brother-in-law had become a great enjoyment in Caspian's life, so he'd take it where he could get it.
"You're welcome," Caspian said in return, just as sarcastically as Peter had said wow, thanks, because two could play at that game. He grinned over at him, crossing one leg over the other and jiggling his foot a little, Caspian popping a few French fries into his mouth.
"Don't give me that face." He had actually asked Michael if he'd wanted to come along, but that hadn't worked, and so here Caspian was on his own, and they both knew it. Caspian reached for his milkshake again, took a swallow, then set it on the tray attached to the side of Peter's bed.
"I can't come visit you after your a** was just kicked? Jeez, talk about being stingy..."
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Posted: Sat May 20, 2017 12:29 pm
”I didn’t get my a** kicked. I was just standing in the wrong place at the wrong time,” Peter pointed out with a frown, eyeing the milkshake that was placed on the tray, but didn’t reach out for it even if it looked delicious. After having to eat hospital food, anything was great.
“I don’t know why you care,” Peter frowned, because although Caspian was going to be his brother-in-law and he liked him well enough, Caspian always gave him a hard time about things. Like getting his a** kicked. But then he also did things like… bring him food when he was stuck in the hospital. He couldn’t say anyone else would really do that for him other than his parents.
Michael had an obvious aversion to hospitals, and Chris… he didn’t even bother telling his other brother. His parents would probably be there if they were in town, but they weren’t, so…
“Is it weird for friends to sleep in the same bed?” he asked suddenly before he realized he was asking out loud, and then suddenly wished he hadn’t. “I mean, I guess not, but… Nevermind…”
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Posted: Sun Jul 23, 2017 9:12 am
Caspian gave Peter a look that clearly indicated that he, in fact, had gotten his a** kicked, but he didn't push it, because he was sort of afraid that Peter was going to shove him off the bed if he was too sarcastic for too long. Even Caspian had his moments of sanity.
Sometimes.
His brows rose. Caspian put a hand to his chest, adopting a look of mock outrage and disbelief. "Why, Peter, I am offended that you think I don't care about your well-being and your life and your kissing boys in hospitals that are falling apart and s**t."
The question, however, made Caspian drop the act, pausing in his current motion of shifting through the bag for more French fries. He thought he might have a vague inkling of where this question was leading, but, well, Peter was asking. It was a step forward, really.
Caspian shrugged.
"Depends on what you're doing in the bed," he said, "I slept in Michael's bed before we got together. A lot. But I mean, I was kind of madly in love with him at the time, so maybe it's not the same. But I've slept in the same beds with people I'm not interested in being with, so maybe?"
He chewed for a moment, swallowed, then said, "Is this about that kid you were smooching at the hospital place?"
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Posted: Fri Oct 13, 2017 8:39 am
Peter wrinkled his nose at Caspian’s response, not wanting to comment for fear of continuing the conversation down a path he didn’t want to take. This was a bad idea, asking Caspian. He couldn’t tell if Caspian truly was concerned about him, or if he just wanted an excuse to tease him more.
And he would know. Peter was notorious for blackmailing people when he could, especially if it benefitted him. Not that he had in a while, but still.
“His name is Benji,” Peter mumbled through gritted teeth, doing his best to ignore the way Caspian was trying to get on his nerves. “I think he’s lonely. I’ve known him for a few years. Sort of. At least we met a few years ago. We didn’t really get along. He helped me and -” Peter paused, knowing it was dangerous to talk about their powered lives in public, not knowing who could overhear. “He helped when… we were all underground… He helped me and some of my friends. And since then he’s helped in other… situations where we’ve been in danger.”
He wished he could just talk about the negaverse and youma, but Caspian should be able to figure it out.
“I don’t feel the same way he feels for me. I told him I don’t. I just… he’s lonely and I don’t know how to be a good friend. So is that wrong of me to let him sleep in my bed when I don’t feel the same way about him?”
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