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"You like me."
It wasn't a question. Jean-Paul paused in his unpacking to turn and look at the door, where Bobby -- source of the statement -- stood grinning at him. His heart seemed to do a flip, and he could not admonish it sternly enough to quash it with Bobby standing there out of uniform, the bruises on his neck hidden by his soft-looking turtlenecked sweater, hands tucked into the pockets of his slacks.
"I would hope that liking one's new teammates wasn't a crime," he said evasively. If anything, Bobby's grin grew even wider. He bounced on his heels as though the sheer buoyancy of his delight might lift him off his feet at any moment.
"No, I mean you like me. You're attracted to me."
It was possible Jean-Paul would have to kill Annie. He opened his mouth to say he knew not what -- a denial, an acidic rebuttal -- but Bobby waved him to silence.
"No, don't bother saying it's not true. I heard what you said last night."
"When, exactly?" Jean-Paul asked, narrowing his eyes at Bobby's blithe tone.
"Just a few minutes ago."
"Qu -- what? That makes no sense! When last night, and what do you mean 'a few minutes ago'?"
"When you brought me into the infirmary," Bobby elaborated with smiling patience, "and had that interesting little exchange with Annie." He nodded at Jean-Paul's expression. "And I just heard it because, you see, the infirmary is monitored 24/7, audio, visual, the works. Which, by the way, Annie can't really have forgotten, I think."
A sudden rage boiled up in Jean-Paul. That had been no talk of liking or attraction, but of love -- and here Bobby was, smug as anything, rubbing salt in the fresh wound. He ground his teeth and curled his hands into fists without really thinking about it. It was gratifying in some painful way to see the smile fade from Bobby's face.
"And you are supposed to be looking at such records?" he demanded, arching one eyebrow and willing himself to calm down.
"No, but thankfully I have a friend who's sick of seeing these sorts of miscommunications." Bobby leaned a shoulder against Jean-Paul's door frame. "You're right about one thing: some loves aren't meant to be, and God knows I've learned that one myself. But before you write anything off, you should double-check your figures."
Jean-Paul crossed his arms, eyes glittering dangerously.
"Meaning?" If his question was curt, the answer was equally blunt.
"I'm not straight."
They stared at each other for a moment. Jean-Paul felt frozen in shock, but slowly Bobby's mouth once more spread in that gleeful smile. He pushed off from the door casually.
"I can see you need some time to absorb that little factoid. Come and find me when you're ready." He turned to go, stopped, turned back.
"Oh, and Jean-Paul?" He waited for Jean-Paul to kick his brain back into gear enough to respond, though his response was little more than an interrogative grunt.
"You do look handsome in the new suit."
Bobby is of course referencing this conversation.
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speedsicle now. :3"You like me."
It wasn't a question. Jean-Paul paused in his unpacking to turn and look at the door, where Bobby -- source of the statement -- stood grinning at him. His heart seemed to do a flip, and he could not admonish it sternly enough to quash it with Bobby standing there out of uniform, the bruises on his neck hidden by his soft-looking turtlenecked sweater, hands tucked into the pockets of his slacks.
"I would hope that liking one's new teammates wasn't a crime," he said evasively. If anything, Bobby's grin grew even wider. He bounced on his heels as though the sheer buoyancy of his delight might lift him off his feet at any moment.
"No, I mean you like me. You're attracted to me."
It was possible Jean-Paul would have to kill Annie. He opened his mouth to say he knew not what -- a denial, an acidic rebuttal -- but Bobby waved him to silence.
"No, don't bother saying it's not true. I heard what you said last night."
"When, exactly?" Jean-Paul asked, narrowing his eyes at Bobby's blithe tone.
"Just a few minutes ago."
"Qu -- what? That makes no sense! When last night, and what do you mean 'a few minutes ago'?"
"When you brought me into the infirmary," Bobby elaborated with smiling patience, "and had that interesting little exchange with Annie." He nodded at Jean-Paul's expression. "And I just heard it because, you see, the infirmary is monitored 24/7, audio, visual, the works. Which, by the way, Annie can't really have forgotten, I think."
A sudden rage boiled up in Jean-Paul. That had been no talk of liking or attraction, but of love -- and here Bobby was, smug as anything, rubbing salt in the fresh wound. He ground his teeth and curled his hands into fists without really thinking about it. It was gratifying in some painful way to see the smile fade from Bobby's face.
"And you are supposed to be looking at such records?" he demanded, arching one eyebrow and willing himself to calm down.
"No, but thankfully I have a friend who's sick of seeing these sorts of miscommunications." Bobby leaned a shoulder against Jean-Paul's door frame. "You're right about one thing: some loves aren't meant to be, and God knows I've learned that one myself. But before you write anything off, you should double-check your figures."
Jean-Paul crossed his arms, eyes glittering dangerously.
"Meaning?" If his question was curt, the answer was equally blunt.
"I'm not straight."
They stared at each other for a moment. Jean-Paul felt frozen in shock, but slowly Bobby's mouth once more spread in that gleeful smile. He pushed off from the door casually.
"I can see you need some time to absorb that little factoid. Come and find me when you're ready." He turned to go, stopped, turned back.
"Oh, and Jean-Paul?" He waited for Jean-Paul to kick his brain back into gear enough to respond, though his response was little more than an interrogative grunt.
"You do look handsome in the new suit."
Bobby is of course referencing this conversation.
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Date: 2007-06-08 09:35 pm (UTC)Dooooo eeeeeeet! I really like this. Especially how Bobby is simultaneously delighted and angst-free about the situation. And that you have him use 'factoid'. And it being possible [that] Jean-Paul would have to kill Annie, hee.
I'm crap at suggesting titles, but if you like titles of the slightly obscure variety, how about Echoing Sally Field, or something along those lines? (Bobby's 'you can't deny that you like me' attitude reminds me of her (second) Oscar acceptance speech)
tiny typo: one's new teammates.
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Date: 2007-06-08 11:15 pm (UTC)Hmmm. I might use that title, but I might try to think of something else. Not sure. It's a good title! I do kind of like obscure titles. I'm just not sure I want to use it. *ponders*
Thank you! I think it looks remarkably typo free for soemthing I wrote because it attacked me while I was going to bed and I didn't want to forget it.
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Date: 2007-06-09 05:25 am (UTC)