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cw: talk of dubcon, nsfw

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Krouse lifts Noelle's picture off his lap and gingerly sets it face down on the coffee table, meticulously not looking at Fabian as Krouse takes in all of that. He feels like someone just handed him one of those AI babies from Moorecroft, except this one is also a bomb, and he is now apparently partially entrusted with defusing this complicated bomb-baby-thing that's both hideously fragile and even more hideously volatile.

But this time, he's not hoping he can pitch the bomb-baby-convoluted metaphor out the window and replace it with a substitute egg from the grocery store. He's going to be responsible with it. Real fucking responsible.

"I mean," Krouse says, swivelling towards Fabian with an internal experience of somehow doing it in slow motion, at a distance, "It'd be fine. If you were. Or just, you know. Open-minded."

That is, in a revelation that would have startled Krouse at sixteen and doesn't make him do more than blink once at nineteen, the least of what's going on here.

"Or, uh - okay. Fuck. Let me just," Krouse scrubs his face with one hand, making a low humming noise in the back of his throat like a modem trying to dial up a connection to his own brain. "Are you, like, okay, man?"

Krouse pivots properly on the couch, pulling his leg up to tuck his socked foot against his knee as he takes Fabian's posture in. Hesitantly, he reaches out to give Fabian an awkward part on the shoulder, feeling like the multiverse's biggest tool as he does it.

"I mean, though, hey - who among us has not had a weird hard-on at a really fucked up time?" He posits, and yeah, he's going to blow up this imaginary metaphor baby for sure. Fuck.

cw: talk of dubcon, nsfw

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"Yeah. Yeah, I'm fine."

Said by a guy who clearly looks like he's not doing fine at all right now. It's not even just looking, but sounding too, considering it's reflected just as much in his voice when he says that.

He doesn't scoot away though when Krouse joins him on the couch. He even allows the awkward pat, though he doesn't really seem to reciprocate it in any way. Maybe it's since he's too busy thinking if he's ever really had a hard-on during an awkward moment before. Maybe. Probably.

Though never at a moment as awkward as when your possessed friend is trying to proposition you, clearly.

"I just-- I need to figure this out, man." Understatement of the century, but Fabian just raises his bottle to chug some more beer after he says it, like that might help him think about this any better.

At least it's helping him be open about this to Krouse at all. Fabian might have hesitated otherwise, even in front of someone who is - clearly - a bro.

"I thought you could relate."

But maybe he was wrong about that. The idea of being wrong about it does make him look a little miserable, even if he's staring right ahead of him, rather than sideways and over at the other guy.