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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.

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

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

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?

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.

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?

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.

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

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.

I'll see you then :)

[ He'll still hurry out despite that assurance, still in his work clothes to avoid missing the bus. Claude will get a quick text once he's a couple of stops away just so that it's not a complete surprise when he knocks, a little rumpled from work but smiling, visibly and easily happy to see him. ]

[ The thing about being a socialist and a politician is that it doesn't really mesh. Even away from France as he is currently, he's been set up with a luxury apartment, fully furnished (not his style, granted, but he's filled in with a few art deco tidbits here and there) and utilities paid by the party. Claude knows most people don't live this way, he knows he's extremely fortunate, privileged, but at the same time he can't do too much about that discrepancy unless he carries out his work from the top - and the work pays well, so we're back to square one. It's a vicious circle.

He steps aside once he's opened for Jamie, smiling widely and showing him inside his kitchen - state of the art, every kind of equipment you could ask for, and only hesitating for a moment before asking, neutrally, no expectations one way or the other: ]

Would a hug be okay?

[ It all looks a lot more comfortable than his own cramped, shared apartment, but that's more or less what he expected. Jamie's interest appears to be genuine as he follows and looks around, shifting the messenger bag around him carefully to avoid knocking into anything as he does.

The question makes him brighten even further, and his answer's pretty much immediate. ] Yeah. [ And then, with a little laugh as he moves closer: ] Kinda weird to be on the other side of that question for once.

[ He's always been a touchy person. And despite what they're here to talk about, it is just a hug that he goes in for, warm and solid and friendly. ]

[ The hug is warm and without hesitation and Claude leans into it, holding Jamie close by the back of his neck for a second, then drawing back and patting him on the shoulder encouragingly. It's hard letting go once he's in close again. ]

Get out of the outerwear and sit down -- [ A gesture at the kitchen table, sizeable and with a bottle of sparkling water set out and a lone glass from earlier. ] -- do you want something to drink while we decide what to eat? I've got sparkling water, some variety of coke and wine, a Sauvignon I got from a collab partner. Haven't touched it, because it's sad drinking expensive wine by yourself.

[ A moment's pause as he listens to himself, realizing he sounds like his mother and grimazing slightly, shaking his head as he walks over to the fridge, opening it before glancing at the other man, waiting for Jamie to take a seat. The lights are lowered up above the kitchen table, a cozy golden glow. ]

Sorry. I'm nervous.

[ He says it easily, like admitting to it isn't a little bit humiliating. ]

[ He sets his bag aside, finishes making himself comfortable -- shedding the tie that's already been loosened by his fidgeting, rolling up his sleeves. The seat he slides into is across the table, where he can still watch Claude in the kitchen, and Jamie feels a little bit caught at it when he looks over, smile bashful as he shrugs. ]

It's okay. I kind of am, too, so--

[ As if the way his hands fidget together on the table doesn't give that away already. It's mild, second to worry over what Claude might have to say, but it's still there, and he's never been good at hiding it. ]

Um, coke or wine's fine by me. Depends on if you want a real drink or not. [ He's pretty much willing to play this whichever way will be easier. ]

[ Nod, nod, he exchanges the sparkling water on the table (woefully lukewarm at this point anyway) with a ice cold coke, two new glasses and a moment's hesitation, again, when he considers the wine. Whether to get two wine glasses. Eventually deciding against it, he smiles and closes the fridge with a shove of his shoulder, sitting down opposite the other man, watching the way his hands are fidgeting.

Not the only one, then. Claude's smile softens and he reaches over, folding his fingers over Jamie's restless ones, squeezing them once. ]

Let's not drink this time. While I don't regret what happened, I think I'd like to be able to remember whatever happens now a bit more clearly.

[ It's said with a shrug and a half-laugh that doesn't neglect their night together, but neither does it ignore that they totally did that on the wrong foundation. He'd have liked to be sober. So he'll be sober this time around. Another squeeze and he withdraws his hand, folding them on top of the table, licking his lips and taking a moment to find the right words. Where to even start. ]

[ His hands still under the touch, old habits, but it's not hard to see that it's welcome, his expression soft. ]

Alright. [ Easy and accepting, and just the slightest bit sheepish. It's maybe not the best foot to start off on -- but there's worse positions to be in, right?

He twists so his fingers brush against Claude's as he withdraws, thumb swiping lightly against his wrist in a fond gesture. ] It sounded pretty important, whatever you wanted to tell me, so. Probably better not to be cloudy for it. [ It's a gentle invitation, not prompting so much as making it clear that he's willing to listen. Jamie leans against the table towards him, arms folded, eyes fixed on Claude. ]

[ The touch lingers and Claude rubs over the place where Jamie touched him, thoughtfully, like it's slow to register, but not that it's unwelcome. Just foreign. He hasn't actually had a relationship to anyone for years. This is all a new experience, and he wants it that way. ]

You're right. [ A small wave of his hand, to indicate - onward and upward - then a shake of his head, not to say no, but to say time. Give him time. New things take getting used to and he's getting used to it as he goes, right now. ] Again, like I said, it's nothing terrible. It's not my whole criminal record, though that would probably be a shorter affair to retell... [ A scoff. He's doing it again. Nervousness. Stalling. ] Jamie, it's not about anything that's even to do with us, it's -- before. It's about me. Why I can't promise it'll be simple, with us. You know?

[ Licking his lips, he rubs over the place Jamie touched before again, just feeling for the residual heat that isn't even a physical thing. ]

I haven't dated for years. Mostly because I'm not -- very good at it. Because there was someone, when I was younger, who taught me some really fucked-up dynamics and although I'm working on it, some of it sticks, still. It might stick forever.

[ Jamie is quiet. Patient. He'll let Claude take as long as he needs, stalling and all, just listening.

His fingers fidget on the table again for a moment with that confession, and this time it's purely from the urge to reach out and offer comfort. But he figures there might be a reason there's a table between them for this, so he stays on his side, drawing his legs up to cross beneath him and leaning a little harder onto the table. ]

I'm sorry. [ Quiet and genuine. ] How long ago?

[ The fidgeting doesn't go unnoticed and Claude longs to bridge the distance between them, every way imaginable, but there's a time and a place for everything - and while this may be the place, the time isn't right. There are things to settle first. Decide.

So he clears his throat and looks off to the side for a moment at Jamie's question. As always, he's discovered this is part of the process for him, when he says, I'm sorry, Claude thinks, for what, it was my own fault.

Logically, he knows it's untrue. Incorrect. But his system still reacts that way, like it was programmed to do so. And, supposedly, in some ways, it was. ]

Eight years. I was 17. He -- was a lot older. And my high school teacher. It was a mess in every way you can imagine.

Shit.

[ It's not the most tactful response, but he's not always great at keeping a lid on his reactions. There's nothing negative in the tone, though. Just surprise, and sympathy.

He's still watching Claude, soft and thoughtful. ]

[ A huff, not quite a laugh, but close enough. ]

I know.

[ Pause. He chews his lip for a moment, then sighs. ]

This isn't to info dump on you, I swear, it's just. It's had some unfortunate side effects and those are the reason I haven't dated for a long time. I've tried to sort myself out first, but I'm getting to the point where I -- it'll have to get better as part of a process, I think.

[ He leans forward on his elbows a bit, waving one hand loosely to indicate Jamie, then himself. ]

I just don't want you to be that process without knowing what you could be getting yourself into. I want you to have the chance to say no.

Okay. And I'm glad you told me.

[ A brief pause. Jamie's face is an open book a lot of the the time, and right now he just looks thoughtful -- trying to put the words together before he opens his mouth. ]

It doesn't really change anything for me. I'm -- I like you a lot. I don't mind if there's... stuff to work through.

[ The words settle with him heavily, like stones, but like stones falling from his back and shoulders, his stance righting slightly and his breathing evening out. Then, he smiles, wide and open. ]

I'm glad. I like you a lot, too. I think it's a first where I've liked anyone enough to actually... pursue them. [ A purse of his lips and he finally, finally reaches over and takes Jamie's hand, by the wrist, wrapping his fingers around it, feeling his pulse point. ] I want you to know, you're special that way and I'll do my best to let it stay like that.

[ He shifts a little more forward at that touch, his hand open and relaxed. Smiles at Claude softly, a little shy. ]

Not like this is -- a comparison or anything, but I've only been involved with anyone to try and keep people from asking questions? Girls, in high school. [ He shrugs slightly, leaning his chin in his other hand. ] So, um -- it's a first for me, too.

[ Claude watches him for a long moment, head tilted to the side, expression thoughtful. Then, he lights up in a smile and shakes his head, not to mean no, but as if to say, it doesn't matter. Unimportant. ]

I'll do my best, okay? [ He releases Jamie's hand and reaches up to catch his chin between thumb and index finger before caressing his jawline softly. ] We can do our best together.

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no need to match my length, if you don't feel like it, it was just to set the scene!

cool! i tend to go back and forth a little tbh

whatever floats the boat and the ship!

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