just_displaced | Open Post

If you're planning on killing me, I'd just ask that you do it quickly. I've never been particularly interested in the whole long, drawn out, dramatic death thing.

I have little to no interest in killing you right now.

[Not when he's all warm and affectionate and full of adorable neurosis, he's far too entertaining. And then he'd be trapped in a room by himself with a terrible sex book.

His hand goes back to tracing little circles on Ginsberg's arm, humming a little under his breath as he does.]

That's reassuring. I think.

[Honestly, he's banking on the fact that Oliver really doesn't want to be alone with the stupid book, because he seems like the kind of guy who needs someone to talk to. Or to trace circles on the arm of, as the case may be.]

... you really don't think this is weird, do you?

[He means the whole touching thing.]

What, not being able to open the door? Unusual, but like I said, not the first time this has happened.

No, the uh...

[Well, just make him say it out loud, why don't you?! Then again, he's never really had a problem saying things out loud.]

The cuddling. Touching. Thing.

It's not weird, though. It's very nice.

You're not enjoying it?

No, I'm definitely enjoying it. I just don't... I mean, usually, at least in my experience, people don't really like to do this kind of thing all that much. Especially guys.

[Especially fabulously bearded guys, much to his endless chagrin.]

You must hang out with the wrong sort of people. I've always enjoyed doing it quite a lot.

[He'll confirm his point by adjusting him a little closer.]

People have seemed to have become weirdly hung up about it in the past few decades, though, it's true. I wonder why that happened.

I don't really hang out with people at all. Except for people at work, and regardless of what they think of cuddling, they probably don't think it's a good idea to do at work. Although they do all kinds of other weird stuff at work...

[Yes, please do adjust him a little closer. You're so tall and comfy.]

... I'm pretty sure it's the whole homosexuality thing. I mean, that people'll think you're a homosexual if you so much as accidentally brush against another guy in the elevator, much less cuddle with one.

I'd quote a friend of mine about mortals and being fools, but I can't quite remember the phrasing.

[Really, this is all seeming very confusing. Worry about dying, worrying about people giving a fuck who you're sleeping with. Sounds exhausting to think about. No wonder Ginsberg is stressed out all the time.]

Well, it's an apt quote, whatever the phrasing is. I mean, I'd like to not care about it, and I'd like to tell the rest of the world to go fuck itself and its assumptions, but I kind of have to. Care about it, that is.

[It's completely exhausting. That's why he panics a lot. Surprisingly, he's not particularly panicky right now, because hey, someone to cuddle.]

[He runs his fingers along the creases of Ginsberg's forehead, as though smoothing out those worry lines.]

Nothing lasts forever, you know. You just have to wait it out.

Yeah, I know. But sometimes waiting can get really boring. And usually when people get bored they do really stupid stuff.

Oh my, yes. But really that's just when things get interesting.

[Maybe he enjoys watching mortals do stupid things a little too much, so sue him.]

'sides, there's always things to do while you're waiting. Watch television. Write a terrible sex book. All sorts of things.

I like watching television okay, but you can't do that for the rest of your life, even if you're the kind of guy -- and I am -- who likes to yell at the characters on television for their stupid decisions.

And I'm not writing a terrible sex book.

I bet you'd do brilliant at it. It can't be any worse than that shit.

[Yes, he's glaring at the book all the way across the room now. He's slightly regretting chucking it away because he wants to find more horrible quotes to get Ginsberg flustered with, and standing up is pretty much entirely out of the question, at the moment. He had to use all of his ~~not subtle tactics to get them into this comfortable position, he's not messing it up now.]~~

I'd have to make everything up. I have no personal experience to draw from.

[Yep, he really just admitted that. Oh well.]

On the other hand, maybe that's not a prerequisite for writing something that bad.

I'm not certain the author in question's ever been at the receiving end of a good cuffing, either. There might be fewer dancing goddesses, if she had.

[Oliver could pretend to be surprised by that particular admission but... it doesn't exactly contradict the clues he's had so far.]

You could write an excellent book on cuddling, you're very good at that.

I don't actually think anybody would read a three hundred page book about cuddling.

[He might read it, come to think of it. He probably wouldn't write it, though.]

You're good at cuddling, too. I mean, as far as I can tell. I don't have an extensive list of cuddlers to compare you to, but you're making it surprisingly tolerable to be stuck in here, so I'm pretty sure that means you're good at it.

Thank you. 'Surprisingly tolerable' is exactly the sort of feedback I was looking for.

Well, you're more than surprisingly tolerable. The room isn't, though. It's been upgraded from "oh god I'm going to die" to "surprisingly tolerable," though, so that's pretty impressive, right?

Well, I am very good, so it's fair enough.

[Just saying. The cuddles are the real magic. He's pleasantly surprised his arm hasn't gone to sleep yet, actually, but it does mean he can settle his arm around his waist comfortingly.]

[Oh, arm around his waist. That means he can lean his head on Oliver's shoulder, right? That's allowed.]

We probably can't cuddle forever, though. I mean, eventually you'll get sick of it.

Yes, probably. Warning you now, though, it may take ages.

[The head on his shoulder is totally allowed, you can stay there for a bit. Oliver's just going to sort of rub his beardy chin on the top of Ginsberg's hair because it really is amusing how floofy it's getting.]

That's okay. I've never actually cuddled with someone long enough for them to get sick of it, so that's kind of a new and exciting experience.

[Why is his beard the best thing ever? Why is Ginsberg so fascinated by his beard? Nobody knows.]

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