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[broil]

" talk to me, baby. "
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[broil]

[He'll help Cole to sit down, unless he's shooed off to give him space again. Instead of waiting around, he retreats into the bathroom to wash himself and check if any blood dropped onto his clothes. Nope, he's good.

So he comes back out and crouches down in front of Cole.]

Now I owe you.

[splintercells]

[Despite his current state, there's not even a split-second of confusion at the offer. Just extreme distrust, because Petre was just talking about eating human flesh and then sucking his blood. He's not sure he wants Petre's mouth anywhere near him right now.]

I'm good. Just let me get my strength back.

[broil]

[To which he grins brightly, like they just spent a lovely afternoon together.]

Hungry?

[splintercells]

No. [Oh wow, that comes out way too fast.] No. Not hungry. You got any juice?

[broil]

[baby, you got juice]

Sure.

[and he stands.]

Any preference?

[splintercells]

Orange.

[It's the best for having blood taken. Something he knows. While Petre goes to get it, he sits back and breathes in and out slowly - breathe, that's what everyone said when he had to calm down, slow and deep breaths. He can't wrap his head around what he just did, not even with the wound stinging freshly and reminding him no matter how much he'd like to forget. It'll throb for awhile too as it heals, itch in the final stages, so he won't be blotting out the memory any time soon.

It was for the good of the city. For the good of someone he's chosen to count as a friend. But Petre enjoyed it on a much deeper level than sustenance, and... maybe some element of it excited Cole, too. If it were only the blood, he probably wouldn't have turned down that blow job, which says a lot. It's just the matter of flesh that made him leery right after giving Petre something he'd been denied for quite awhile.

He shakes himself out of his contemplation when Petre returns, knowing he'll have to stay here at least awhile to shake off this weakness and he can't be brooding over it the whole time.]

Thanks. Wanna tie this up for me? [He indicates the towel - he can't hold pressure on the wound while drinking, so they need to make a kind of tourniquet.]

[broil]

[For Petre, this instance served absolutely no purpose but gluttony. A little bit of lust, too, because he knows perfectly well what he and Cole can end up doing together, how crazy they can both get with Petre encouraging Cole to lower his inhibitions. If he told him that it'd probably just send him out the door again, so Petre deliberately refrains from making any further comment on his generosity.]

Mhm.

[He gets on his knees again, starts to work with what he knows to wrap it up. He doesn't... have any knowledge in the medical field because he and Diana just heal up instantly. Welp.]

Warned your friends about me?

[splintercells]

[It's tight, so it's good enough. Cole was careful to make the cut only just deep enough for the blood to flow, so it'll scab over and heal on its own.

His gaze is sharp when he looks up from the makeshift bandage to Petre. Does he still not get this?]

No. I came straight here. You were being responsible so there was nothing to warn about. I just wanted to keep it that way.

[broil]

[No, he doesn't, because who the fuck cares about Petre.]

You know. I didn't think you had it in you, but that's smart. Being afraid of me.

[He means it, but uses a tone that could very well be taken as deflective humor. I WILL NEVER BE LOOOOOOOVED]

[splintercells]

[Cole's tone is getting more and more terse, but he's not getting outright angry like last time; that just shuts Petre down, usually because he finds it humorous. Just keep delivering the truth until it finally breaks through whatever he's got in his head.]

I was worried about you. You're not gonna hear that, huh, that's just going right out the other ear.

[broil]

[But Cole what could you possibly mean you actually want to be genuine friends]

That's sweet.

[Can he smoke now yes he will do that

But once he's sat down with a cigarette between his lips, he frowns. If Cole is telling the truth - and that's a big if:]

If my life was in danger, then. Would you step in?

[splintercells]

The way I understand it, your life can't be in danger. Unless you get kicked outta here, right?

[That's what he did, Petre. Exactly what he did.]

[broil]

[Damn, Cole. Daaaaamn. He just goes quiet and smokes for another while. The next exhale of smoke sounds more like a deep, deep sigh.]

That's right.

[MORE! PAUSING!]

... Diana would do anything to save me. And I'd do anything for her.

[Even if his wish as 100% selfish. But then she never did ask him for anything. EXCEPT HIS SOUL]

[splintercells]

[He cracks a little grin at that.]

I'll go as far as "keeping an eye out." Deal?

[Ramse and Cassie. Those are the only two on his "literally die for" list.]

[broil]

And what do you get in return? Me behaving around your friends?

[or something else heeeeeeeey]

[splintercells]

[Oh for god's sake. The smile vanishes and he pinches the bridge of his nose.]

I'm not bargaining for that, you already agreed to it. And you've held up your side. It's cause I want to.

[broil]

[His turn to grin.]

Then don't call it a deal.

[splintercells]

[You know the look Petre's getting. He knows it. He could probably draw it immaculately from memory at this point.]

You gotta make everything harder than it is, don't you.

[broil]

Well, not always. That might just get painful.

[BOIOIOIOING]

[splintercells]

[The serious conversation portion of the visit is over, clearly. Just let Cole sip at his juice for a few seconds.]

I look out for my friends, that's the point. You signed up for this when we made that deal. Nothing else needed.

[broil]

[sry]

Well, thanks anyway.

[petre... thanking someone... what]

I still don't think that juice was enough, by the way.

[splintercells]

[Did he just get thanked?

It's so weird that he doesn't have the grace to acknowledge it. There wasn't anything in Petre's tone to make Cole think it was ironic in any way. Not sharp or dry. Just - thanks.

He looks over at Petre for a long moment, then into his glass.]

If it doen't help enough, I'll grab something to eat.

[broil]

I've got more than fake people bits in stock, you know.

[or we could eat something else HEEEEEEY]

[splintercells]

[boy u thirsty]

I figured that. Can't exactly pull out a leg for everyone to chew on if you have a group over. But I'm fine.

[broil]

[guess petre and celeste are perfect for each other then bAAam]

Okay.

[And then he's gonna do it. He's gonna pat the seat on the couch next to him.]

Can't be very comfortable over there.