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I’m always hot. It’s why I do so well in kissing games.

[are... they joking?]

Edited 2020-03-04 02:31 (UTC)

[RAISES BROWS TAUNTINGLY]

Oh? Then how's it that I won mistletoe and you didn't?

[are... they...?]

So you’re saying you want me to go out a kiss a lot of people to win.

[Smirks, amused. Doesn't actually think Jason would bother, just for the Points (or the bragging rights), but they're just shittalking now.]

So you think quantity beats quality?

In these games? Yeah. It’s always a numbers game. There are more slots for quantity vs. quality.

[he knows that much. He went for quality— lost. But when he went for quantity... it was a different story.]

Smarty-pants.

[Griffin snorts - still looking on him fondly though, and still amused. Content enough to just ease back into superficial banter.]

Nah.

That’s not smart. It’s just reading.

But I hate those games anyway.

Who could've ever guessed.

The people who think I’m just that that thirsty might be surprised.

'Cause you let people think what they wanna think of you.

[Griffin lets his head roll against the mattress, to rest on it.]

They probably just wanna sleep with you.

[he stares at the top of his head. Considering. If this were banter they could have, he knows what he’d ask next. But he goes quiet instead.]

... what do you think of me?

[Griffin slowly opens his eyes and tilts his head just enough to meet Jason's gaze. He thinks on his answer for a bit.]

I think... you need your secrets t'feel right, to the point where even what you want's a secret t'you sometimes.

You're-- you're not nice. But you can be kind.

Strong in ways that I'm weak. And weak in places where I'm stronger.

[He sucks in a breath.]

Most of all, I think you're my equal.

[he considers him. And then shifts, resting his elbow on his propped up thigh, and his forehead against his palm.]

I wanna disagree with that.

[he pauses, and then exhales softly, closing his eyes tightly.]

I think you probably deserve a lot better. And I don’t know what the fuck I did to trick you.

[Griffin sits up straighter, craning his head to try to meet Jason's eyes, even while they were closed.]

I know what I deserve. And I know what I want: for someone to make an effort for me.

And you do.

[there's a long pause, because he seems like he's on the edge of something. he doesn't move, either until finally he lowers his hand, but not without brushing the back of it against his eyes.]

That's-- way too simple. Have some standards. At least make them jump through a ring of fire.

[but his heart isn't in it.]

[Softly,]

You could do that blindfolded.

Navigating a kitchen would be harder for you.

[And you already did that.

Carefully, he lets his hand venture near Jason's face to... just brush some bedhead from Jason's bangs. Is that okay?]

[he doesn't move.

in fact, he goes relatively still, when he does that. like he's debating.]

[Griffin hesitates, drawing his hand away afterwards. Was that too much? Considering... Jason still hadn't forgiven him, after all. It wasn't like they were back to... whatever they were.

He's quiet, searching for a sign.]

[he glances back at him. his eyes studying him quietly.

if he wanted that straightforward answer, he won't get it. jason just pushes himself up and out of bed. he said he'd catch another camera-- and he will. and maybe-- this is the most time he's spent at BEDE in a bit. he considers.]

Malik's back. Dunno if you saw him.

[There's a crestfallen air to his face. Both at the lack of response and... oh.

Malid was back. Yet another person came back. Why? Why was it never people he cared about? Never his family. None of them.

He tries to push that selfish sense of abandonment away, to pass it as concern instead.]

Oh. How... is he?

Don't know.

Didn't want to talk to him.

Mm.

[...

He's not really sure why Jason brought it up now. But... maybe it was a little reassuring that he didn't want to talk to Malik, when he would talk to Griffin.

Maybe. Or maybe he was being overly hopeful.

Griffin draws back though, not wanting to overstep again.]

Does that mean you're leaving?

[it's... an impulse. something else that's negative-- someone else that he's mad at. that he hasn't forgiven.

and two different approaches. and also, a way to shift the subject. to avoid talking about things, even if he feels like he's going to have to be direct.]

I want to look something up... And I need to grab another camera.

[a pause, as he considers Griffin, again. something distant in his eyes, even as he almost inclines his head towards him before pulling back.]

Keep working on making things up with Talon.

[With resolve,]

Yeah. I'm gonna.

[He pauses also, examining the fatigue in Jason's face. Then, as a... firm suggestion, he tells him,]

You should probably clock a few more hours in. You look like you need the rest.

Thanks... But you and I both know that'd go poorly right now.

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