[ This is an awkward conversation to have with the bathroom door open. Yet the world is drowned out save for Rudy and his worrying. ]
Having two of you is hardly a deal breaker.
[ He moves closer. ]
And I'm not nearly as judgemental as all that.
[ He's mildly disappointed Rudy would think so. He still isn't entirely following the train of logic. If the LOL tattoo didn't give away how very different they were, what would. ]
( it makes sense, hearing Q saying it out loud; he makes it sound obvious. but rudy can't think how he would have convinced himself of the fact without hearing Q say it first. )
It were him that trashed the car. Not me. I just took the blame. ( on an exhale, he sums up the will to actually look at Q properly. ) And— I'm not tryin' to shift blame or, or make excuses or nothin', but— I don't even know your name. Doesn't bother me. You have your reasons. 's just, if you can, y'know, ( a loose hand gesture ) extrapolate your reasoning onto— onto me...
[ The text made sense. He'd almost forgotten about it with the commotion. Q nods and almost says something else, but.
But.
It's the first time they've made eye contact in a good while. Now Q wants to hide. How could he have forgotten something as important as that. ]
Y-you don't know my name?
[ You are a fucking idiot, Q. Going on about how he shouldn't have been keeping secrets and he doesn't know your bloody name. Q blushes despite himself, looks away, then looks back trying to appear serious, sincere. ]
I am-- beyond sorry, Rudy. It isn't a secret. I've been so used to the nickname--...
No, no, that's not what I meant, I wasn't tryna— ( shit. this is awful. ) It don't matter to me. ( he makes a face, looking away for a moment. ) Well— it does. A bit.
[ Right. He's restrained his affection as much as he can. Q reaches for one of his hands. ]
My name is Jonathan Fredric Bell. I was born September 10th, 1987. My favourite colour is purple.
[ He tries to grin, to make light of the situation. He's explaining all of these calmly as he can. Casually. He should have been presented with this information ages ago. How ridiculous that his own boyfriend didn't know his fucking name. ]
I have a twin sister named Lydia. I once had a severe talking to from the CIA when I was 14. Should I go on?
( jonathan. jonathan bell. jonathan and rudy sitting in a tree. etcetera, etcetera. Q's hand is warm and solid, just like the rest of him. rudy waits for a pause and when the pause comes after a question, he shakes his head to answer it and steps closer, stooping a little to kiss him , free hand lifting up to slide to the back of Q's neck. he'll stay Q out of habit unless he can shake it soon, but that's the last thing he's thinking of now. )
[ Finally. He'd wanted one since he first saw Rudy at his doorstep. He wanted this resolved. Better. Rudy meant a lot to him. This made him realise how much.
The kiss lingers gently. He'd rather it be more heartfelt than steamy. He wants to appreciate this moment. The two of them fucking up and then making it better. His own spare hand rests on Rudy's chest. ]
[ Q wraps his arms around Rudy's waist to keep him closer, the kiss lasting longer. He was very worried this might have caused problems. And here they were, Rudy revealing he has... a very unique type of twin and they were kissing moments later. ]
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Having two of you is hardly a deal breaker.
[ He moves closer. ]
And I'm not nearly as judgemental as all that.
[ He's mildly disappointed Rudy would think so. He still isn't entirely following the train of logic. If the LOL tattoo didn't give away how very different they were, what would. ]
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It were him that trashed the car. Not me. I just took the blame.
( on an exhale, he sums up the will to actually look at Q properly. )
And—
I'm not tryin' to shift blame or, or make excuses or nothin', but—
I don't even know your name.
Doesn't bother me. You have your reasons.
's just, if you can, y'know, ( a loose hand gesture ) extrapolate your reasoning onto— onto me...
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But.
It's the first time they've made eye contact in a good while. Now Q wants to hide. How could he have forgotten something as important as that. ]
Y-you don't know my name?
[ You are a fucking idiot, Q. Going on about how he shouldn't have been keeping secrets and he doesn't know your bloody name. Q blushes despite himself, looks away, then looks back trying to appear serious, sincere. ]
I am-- beyond sorry, Rudy. It isn't a secret. I've been so used to the nickname--...
[ It's a terrible excuse and he knows it. ]
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( shit. this is awful. )
It don't matter to me.
( he makes a face, looking away for a moment. )
Well— it does. A bit.
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My name is Jonathan Fredric Bell. I was born September 10th, 1987. My favourite colour is purple.
[ He tries to grin, to make light of the situation. He's explaining all of these calmly as he can. Casually. He should have been presented with this information ages ago. How ridiculous that his own boyfriend didn't know his fucking name. ]
I have a twin sister named Lydia. I once had a severe talking to from the CIA when I was 14. Should I go on?
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jonathan and rudy sitting in a tree. etcetera, etcetera.
Q's hand is warm and solid, just like the rest of him. rudy waits for a pause and when the pause comes after a question, he shakes his head to answer it and steps closer, stooping a little to kiss him , free hand lifting up to slide to the back of Q's neck. he'll stay Q out of habit unless he can shake it soon, but that's the last thing he's thinking of now. )
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The kiss lingers gently. He'd rather it be more heartfelt than steamy. He wants to appreciate this moment. The two of them fucking up and then making it better. His own spare hand rests on Rudy's chest. ]
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To be fair, I should have told you my name.
[ He reached up to hold his hollow cheek, letting his thumb brush against pointed cheekbone. ]
You do know that I'm with you for more than your incredible taste in men?
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As we rightly should be.
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Your turn.