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[broil]

" talk to me, baby. "
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[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.

[splintercells]

[That makes him sigh loudly, but he's got a little smirk on his lips, so it's not like he's annoyed. He's never had a bad sexual experience with Petre, and all evidence certainly points to him being calm and in control of whatever appetite led him to need the blood. Maybe a blow job might still be... tense... but there's other things they can do.

But there is still one thing Cole wants to know. As he settles in next to Petre, still holding his half-full glass, he glances over curiously.]

How's the girl? The one you were getting to know better.

[broil]

[Immediately he places an arm over the back of the couch. He doesn't try to be subtle, ever, but at least he's not just up and grabbing Cole.

As for the question - it takes him a second to realize who Cole is even talking about. Right... the subject of their last conversation.]

Things were okay for a while. Took her on a date yesterday. [Another drag of the cigarette.] And now she's freaked out because of what I said today.

[Yay. He's not bitter at all.]

[splintercells]

There's normal people with normal lives here, Petre. It'll happen.

[His mouth quirks as he thinks about Angela's rants on his questionable sanity just because of time travel. What would she make of a man-eating demon?]

[broil]

Mm.

[Normal being a very subjective thing. He's just going to sulk now.

Okay moment's passed.]

So, what've you been up to.

[splintercells]

[Small talk? He hadn't expected that bait to be taken. He'll go with it, see how long Petre holds out before making a firm move.]

I went out patrolling with the cops. Power going out usually means people lose their shit, looting, riots, all that. But it's quiet out there.

[And he sounds unusually disturbed by that.]

[broil]

[wowwwwww maybe he cares about you did you think of that]

Still didn't get what you expected. And you can't decide if that should be a good thing.

[splintercells]

... it feels like everyone else here is drugged or something sometimes. I -

[He's coming to hate it. With all the things he loves about getting to be here, he hates that constant, pressing peace and quiet. It's become so oppressive that sometimes he just wants to scream.]

[broil]

[Doesn't he just know what Cole means. Petre has a much better way of controlling it, of finding other venues to let go, but wrath is one of his seven parts and violence is the number one way to let it run loose. It's what he thrives on back home - getting to rip bodies to pieces, kill people just because they're not on the bad guy's side.]

What we did after fight club. We should try it again.

[From what he understands - it'd help them both. Fighting, then sex, the other way around, who cares. Too bad Petre would still have to hold back, though.]

[splintercells]

No. [Immediately, and he shakes his head.] No more fighting. Especially not when I'm antsy and you're hungry.

[The rest, though - he's suddenly not humouring Petre by considering it. He wants the roughness and the crudeness and the adrenaline of their sex, at least. Even with his arm still aching and a strip of red blossoming on the towel, he wants to work out the strange night he's had somehow.

So he leans in, shifts his weight toward Petre and starts to kiss up along his jawline. It may actually be the first time he's initiated since they started whatever it is they have.]