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tfln carryover (@sociopolitically)

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oh good
thats better than I was thinking so

not like that
just
you always seem to have more important stuff going on

thanks for carrying us over!

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i like to think there's nothing more important than being close to another person.
i also just thought i wasn't very good at it.
i still might not be, explaining the complexities of this whole conversation, but.

bottom line is, i don't want to regret it and i hope i can make it possible for you not to regret it either.
no matter how we take it from here.

no problem :D

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I don't think you're bad at it
i'm not sure im the best person to judge anyone else though
So

anyway. you don't have to explain unless you want to
But I don't regret it
I was more worried you would

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no need to worry.
you were good. you know, nice. understanding. very hot.
it was a pleasant experience.

10 our of 10 stars, would do again.
though, maybe less drunkenly next time.

also, this is not to push for a next time.
unless you want one.

i'm just complimenting you.

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i'm glad cause
it was nice
fun

I wouldnt mind if there was a next time
if you mean that
if not, i mean
you're a good friend and i'm not gonna get weird about it, i promise

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please let there be a next time, jamie.
honestly, that's the short of it.

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yes. please
thank god honestly
I didnt want to make things weird if you werent interested
but that would be great

is there a long of it?

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there is a long of it.
but we should probably take that one in person.
mostly it'll be me trying to warn you off and me hoping you won't listen.

it's just...
you know, i want all the cards to be on the table.

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okay
I cant picture it being that bad
but yeah. whatever it is, in person's a good idea
just let me know when you've got time?

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it depends on your definition of bad, i guess.
i'm not a secret criminal or anything, don't worry.
it's more... yeah.

tomorrow evening?
i'll buy us take-out.

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okay.
we'll talk about it.

I'm working til 7, but I can come straight from there
if that's not too late for you, that sounds good

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no rush.
i'm working from home the next day, i've got no fixed bedtime, so.

get here when you get here.
i'll be waiting.

tfln overflow

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No, I'm good. I mean, I was, a little, but...

[ he bounces back pretty fast. he trails off, shaking his head, shooting lev a smile that's just slightly unsure. ] I don't know if you had enough that I should be asking you the same thing.

tfln overflow (@revolvings)

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[He's not thrilled by the idea of Max getting hurt -- but it is kind of a relief, remembering that. That if something happens, Jamie will know immediately and can try to help. If he can even help. It's a little complicated knot of feeling, and he pushes it aside to dwell on that later, when his head's a little more put together.

For right now, it's a lot easier to just cuddle into Max as much as possible while sitting like this, waiting. His adoration and gratitude speak loudly, sketched across his face and radiating through that link between them.]

Yeah. That sounds really good right now. [Which doesn't explain the brief little jangle of nerves that goes through him, concern at the idea of being alone with somebody right now. If he's not as fixed as he thought, if he hurts Max, he's going to hate himself for it.]

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[That's all that's truly on Max's mind at the moment, is getting through this minor mishap together. The alien doesn't want to think of anything in the future that might pull them in any direction but together. He's got no worries about anything, even the small tugs he's felt from Jamie. Whatever it is, strange or not, they can face.

Max has already dealt with more strange things beyond heaven and earth, why not a little more. He can feel the small bit of nerve, but his answer is kindness and compassion, it's peace, overwhelming peace and comfort. He loves Jamie more than anyone or anything and it's completely evident. ]

What is your favorite snack, by the way. We haven't talked about that. I mean, I know we both stick groceries in the fridge. What's your most favorite thing?

[Max's hand slide along Jamie's leg, the bed making it easier for him to take full advantage of most all parts of his boyfriend's body at once.]

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[It would be hard to fight the way Max's calm comfort makes Jamie relax, even if he'd wanted to. Max being there makes everything feel a little more okay, every time. His presence is about the best comfort Jamie could ask for. And even though it's probably because Max doesn't know what to worry about, the instinct is still there. Max is here, and he isn't worried, so everything's going to be fine.

Besides, he's a little too drifty to hold onto something like that for long right now. This is the first time in a while that his abilities have gone off like this; he's spent years hiding out every time something could possibly trigger them, and it's really doing a number on him, after so long.]

Besides you? [Playful and silly. There's a little more drawl in his voice than there normally is, accent coming out a little at the subconscious reminder of what it felt like to be home and feeding off something all the time. He flashes Max a little grin, leaning into the touch with a little hum as he considers.] I don't know. Donuts? Anything covered in powdered sugar's good.

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[There's no way that Max could understand the why for Jamie's out-of-it behavior. He's never seen or felt anything like it. However, he'd give up every store of energy that he has, and tap the earth for more if he had to. There's nothing he wouldn't do to take care of this man, the one clinging to him and looking at him like this. The feelings that revolve between them on a never-ending cycle are already stronger than anything he's had with anyone he's ever loved before, and Max has lived and loved -- but Jamie is beyond that.

While Jamie clings to Max, Max is doing his own method of clinging. He's offering support, soft sounds, and warm words. He's doing what he can to get them both out of there and back home. He's already spoken to the nurse and assured her of his skills in first aid. He knows what the symptoms of shock are and while she's a little worried about the dizziness Jamie seems to be experiencing, Max seems sure in himself. He's even flashed his old badge and spoke about his small-town experience.

It tends to move things along. ]

There, we'll be released in a few minutes. They're going to get the paperwork, and you're cute, you know that. [laughing at Jamie's quip, Max kisses his nose and then places the most tender of kisses to his lips, lingering incredibly gently only to convey emotions across the gap of their mouths, nothing pressing. ]

I think we can do something with powdered sugar. Donuts even. That sounds delicious. I love breakfast food.

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[He holds on to Max's shirt when he kisses him, leaning into it without trying to deepen it, just appreciative. The other hand starts to come up automatically before he remembers, lowering it again with a little sound of displeasure.]

Sounds good. God, I can't wait to get out of here. [He's resigned more than really upset or anxious about it. Hospitals don't bother him, not really. It's just a frustration to have to wait for paperwork and official release when it means an extra few minutes before curling up in bed with his boyfriend.

He does pause, though, before adding with a little, sheepish smile:] I like having you taking care of it, though.

[Look: sometimes these things catch you off guard. Turns out it's a little bit hot watching Max flash his badge around and take control. Jamie's not really in a place to do anything about it, but that doesn't mean he can't appreciate it, right?]

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[It's difficult not to crawl into the bed with Jamie and wrap himself around the younger male. Max can feel the pull as readily as he feels the beating of his heart. It's not like he wouldn't love to anyway. It's so easy to want where Jamie's concerned. Max's protective nature is borderline dangerous when it comes to Jamie. If it had been anything more than a cut hand-- Max would have carried him out and healed him without a second thought.

As it is, the slight pain-- the throb is hard for Max to feel, to know that Jamie has to experience. He wants to be home and in their bed together as much as Jamie does. When the nurse finally comes with the paperwork, Max helps Jamie sign it and then slings the curtain closed so they can put him back in his street clothes.]

I'm glad I could help you take care of this. I'm only sorry I wasn't there when it happened. You know I'd be by your side every moment of the day if we didn't have to do that working thing to survive.

[Kissing Jamie's temple, Max laughs softly and helps him into his shirt and pants, carefully watching the hurt hand as he does. ]

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I know. I'd do that if I could. But at least it wasn't a big deal.

[A pain to deal with, maybe -- but nothing to freak out about.

He's pretty much capable of dressing himself, if a little awkwardly, but he makes no attempt to stop Max from helping. He gets the feeling letting Max do something is probably better than fighting him. Anyway, Jamie appreciates the way he tries to help, the way he stays close.

The work shirt is a mess -- Jamie makes a face at the blood staining the sleeve, but the t-shirt underneath is fine. He's steady on his feet, but he still stays close to Max as they head out, good hand in his.

The energy high does start to fade a little by the time they're halfway through the parking lot. Jamie starts to look more tired, leaning a little more into Max's arm; and that feeding sensation gets stronger when they're not surrounded by people, Max close enough to be the primary target. It's only enough to maybe cause a little tiredness, but it's still there.]

We need to stop on the way home?

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[No, there might be worse in the future-- things that Max really would have to worry about healing. This was a little bit of nothing. Still, they were so new in their relationship and experiencing the high of one another's emotions through the first cycle of Max's print. Soon, there would be another, and then another, until they felt so bound they'd forget a time when they weren't there present within each other.

Max still wondered if they'd eventually be able to communicate telepathically through the link. It seemed like they might. It was something he'd eventually start practicing. Now wasn't the time.

Keeping an arm about Jamie, not because he has to, but because he wants to, Max walks him out to his truck and makes sure he gets up into it easily enough. There's that psychic pull again, stronger this time. It's something Max wants to ask about. He's still not worried because of his abilities, but it could be a thing that would get Jamie in trouble if Max wasn't about. Once they're on the road, Max glances over. ]

No, not if you don't want to. We can stop for fast food if you're craving something. It might help your energy store. I've got all the bandages we might need for your hand back at the apartment, so I think we're good there- plus they put some in the discharge bag so I could change your dressing. I can pick up the antibiotics in the morning, since you got your first dose through the iv.

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[There's absolutely no sense, through the bond or otherwise, that Jamie's anything but blissfully unaware of the way he's siphoning off of Max, or ever was doing it to anyone else. It's as natural as breathing, a fully subconscious act of power. More than anything else emotionally, he's simply radiating gratitude, angled in his seat to watch Max as they drive, like there's nothing he'd rather look at in the world.

He relaxes a little at hearing they don't have to go anywhere; now that the weird, dizzy sensation he's chalking up to adrenaline is gone, he just wants to stop moving.] You're amazing. Maybe just -- a drivethrough or something, so we don't have to make anything.

[So he doesn't have to let go of Max long enough for that, because Jamie's pretty much planning on attaching to him the second they get through the door.]

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[Even though Max can feel the draw on his energy due to the way he's made, and the fact that he has a reserve of power that's tapped into the world around him-- he doesn't feel like it's the right time to mention it to Jamie yet. He can sense through their bond that Jamie seems unaware, or unconcerned in the least.

He figures that he can bring it up when they are tucked into bed together later, and have time to talk about the day. Max has no intentions of doing anything but being by Jamie's side. It's obvious by the way he only uses one hand to guide the truck, and keeps the other settled on Jamie's thigh-- his fingers soothing back and forth in a soft, comforting pattern.

There's the same need to be connected, no matter what. It doesn't matter who needs it more, right now it's the same need.

Max stops at a local drive thru fast food joint and grabs them some food, drink. He grins across the way at Jamie, sipping on a soda he got. ]

Almost home babe. Then we can strip down and lay in bed naked while eating, and snuggle up completely touching. Nothing keeping us apart.

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[There's not much in the world that helps him relax more than that touch, Max's hands warm and familiar on him. His fingers skim against his boyfriend's wrist occasionally, a little bit of affection, but mostly he's content just to sit there and wait, however long it takes. The energy drain eventually fades out to almost nothing, just a faint tickle because of the pain, the stress that kicked it into high gear settling the longer they're alone.

He returns that grin with a slightly sleepy one, leaning across to butt a kiss against Max's shoulder.] I really like your ideas, have I mentioned that? [A little laugh in his voice.]

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