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[inthebiblicalsense]

[In a very serious, business tone, Abel's answering machine sounds after any attempted calls that aren't responded to right away.]

You've reached Abel. I am not available at the moment, but I'll get back to you as soon as I can. If this is urgent, leave the line open.

And if this is Fitz I hope you're having a good day.

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[inthebiblicalsense]

And I'll be far more than disappointed if you follow through with it, Alexei. [And while he's being entirely serious, the threat he comes up with has him balking, unsure whether to laugh or be mildly horrified.]

Alexei Ulovich Solovyov! That really shouldn't come to you so easily...god...

[He gives him a look, but there is the hint of a smile in his eyes. He's trying so hard not to encourage that, but it's hard to hide that he does kind of find it a little funny.]

Pick something else, please. That's too much.

[reargunner]

Wow. The whole name. And you didn't even butcher it that badly.

[He teases, squeezing Abel in against his side. Things like that do come to him all too easily, and the worst of it is that he'd actually follow through. That feral criminal isn't gone, just placated.]

Hmf. I'll have to think, then.

[Alexei looks up, making a show of thought.]

Something something to do with a shovel. I'll work on it. [Gently, he digs his fingers against Abel's ribs.] You okay?

[inthebiblicalsense]

I know how to say your name... [And he's been working on his pronunciation thank you, Alexei.] I'm going to write you a strongly worded letter in Russian, and then you won't be able to say anything snooty about it. [This is what happens when your partner is smart in very specific ways, Alexei. Some how they get used against you in petty little arguments.]

Something, something, throw you into next Tuesday and create a time paradox, destroying the barge and everyone on it... [Is his helpful suggestion before he has to pause and look at him, opening his mouth to say something but has to try again after he realizes he doesn't actually know.]

I...I feel lighter, and I'm- [a breath out, soft and frustrated.] I felt like...I should have split this up, had two separate conversations...asking where we were, and then asking about being open, and in what way? But the more I thought about it, the more I felt like if I didn't have both of them at once, you might feel like I tricked you...and I didn't know how to fix that...so all together won out.

I know I've already said I'm sorry, but I feel like I missed the mark, that some how I could have done this, found different words, and I wouldn't have hurt you.

[reargunner]

Hmm, a time paradox...

[He hadn't thought of that but it does sound like he's actually giving it some consideration.

Then Abel keeps talking and he tilts his head to look at him. Maybe he's right. Maybe he would have felt tricked. Though, it wasn't as if he felt much better about the way things actually went.]

Ethan... don't take this the wrong way, but... [A sigh. He closes his eyes for a moment.] There's no way you could have done this and not hurt me. I just...

[Pausing, he toys with the dog tags hanging around his neck for a moment.]

How would you feel if it was me, telling you I was falling for someone else.

[inthebiblicalsense]

[He is trying very hard not to, but he can't say it doesn't bother him. At the very least his mind is calm, and the distressing hum he sometimes can hear isn't buzzing there like it had started to when he looked so distressed the day before.]

I'm...not sure it would be fair, trying to compare our reactions. I know what that feels like, and it would probably make me feel sympathetic, rather than jealous or angry. You and I don't think about things the same way, but there was a lot of guilt, and fear.

I'm not sure how I would react if I hadn't...it's hard to say.

[reargunner]

None of this is about what's fair. Not really.

[He smiles, a little dim around the edges, because he thinks Abel might be downplaying what his actual reaction would be by just a bit.

No way to know unless it happened, though, and it's not something that he's looking for.]

What do you wanna do now? Not got much here by way of entertainment.

[Despite receiving some gifts for Christmas the place is still noticeably bare.]

[inthebiblicalsense]

[He smiles back, not quite a teasing look but close.] I suppose if it happened now, I guess I would get a little frustrated, but I'd be a hypocrit if It was close to yours.

[He glances around the room, thinking it might be nice to drag him to the wardrobe, but currently there is a witch in a rampage in there so perhaps not. Instead he'll try to keep his face straight while he puts his hand on his chest.]

Well, I could always make out with my new boyfriend.

[reargunner]

Mm.

[He tilts his head a little, looking offside, and chuckles softly. Why is he somehow not surprised that Abel's mind jumped to that?

Though, he does like actually being referred to as his boyfriend. In spite of everything else around it, that is very nice.]

You could do that. So why don't you?

[inthebiblicalsense]

[Because even in a crisis, he'd still have time to think about sex somehow and he would love to blame Cain for that, but that is entirely on him.

Shifting to face Alexei more his other hand comes to his chest, pressing gently to try and get him to lay back on the couch.]

Does my new boyfriend want to make out with me? Or is he not in the mood?

[Which is why he doesn't just pounce, he has a little more awareness than that thank you. Not everyone wants to go right from having a serious, emotionally draining conversation to a tongue down their throat.]

[reargunner]

[It would be very easy, at this point, to just lay back and use what's being offered and more as a distraction from what he's trying not to turn over and over in his head. Accepting things as they are doesn't mean he's happy about it and maybe not thinking about it would be good, for a while.

But...

He resists the push, staying sat upright as he closes his hand around Abel's wrist and gently moves it back from his chest.]

I'm—... I'm not in the mood, right now. I'm just tired.

[He's not sure if he's ever refused the other man like this before. It's not a great feeling to do it, but he thinks he might feel worse if he lets things continue.]

[inthebiblicalsense]

[Abel tries his best to be an adult about the fact that he is saying no, because that's why he asked. He doesn't want to just use him for sex or a distraction.

They've graduated from saying you don't have to ask, because he gets now why that isn't right, even if it felt nice when he'd said it to him. He squeezes Alexei's hands, still facing him and let's them fall into his lap.]

Well, I could take a nap with you, or I could let you take one by yourself.

You decide.

[reargunner]

[He does think about it, because despite the fact he invited Abel over to at least reassure him he wasn't going to dump him and he didn't hate him, he's still not happy with what's going on and doesn't see why he should be.]

If you're tired, yeah, you can stay.

[Because he's not really feeling like being watched while he's sleeping right now.]

Think I just need to not have to think about anything for a bit.

[inthebiblicalsense]

[He isn't really tired himself, but it feels odd to just leave after their conversation.]

Well... I'll let you sleep then, I'm not tired. But, text me later? We could watch something, I'll see if I can make you dinner? [He might have to ask John for the ingredients, but he doesn't feel that bad about it since it's for Cain.]

[reargunner]

Mm. Sure thing.

[Non-committal, he knows, but he's feeling all kinds of Ways and can't be sure where his head is going to be at later.

He pushes himself up to his feet and hooks his thumbs into his pockets, his chin tilted up just a little as he looks at Abel.]

I'll see you, then.

[inthebiblicalsense]

[He almost says something, asks another question, but no. He's processing, and he's allowed to do that. It just doesn't feel right still and Abel pushes himself up off the couch.

Any sort of relief he'd been feeling is starting to fade into uncertainty. He doesn't ask if he can give him a kiss before he leaves because he's afraid of the answer, squeezing his arm instead.]

Bye.

[And with one last lingering look at Alexei, he leaves.]