[ elysium you either want to have drunkenly made out with thorns or you don't, pick one.
once elysium has been in the shower for long enough, thorns will consider it safe to "wake up" from his sleep. the fact that this is his life now is killing him. ]
[ he's out here fighting inner demons everyday of his life let him live
but moving after he tucked him in so tenderly… wow. thorns has plenty of time to stew over his thoughts while elysium lingers in the shower, taking his time to freshen up. when he finally emerges an hour later, he looks only slightly worse for wear, though he still very much feels like he wants to d*e. ]
thorns' behaviour is making it increasingly hard to believe nothing happened but because the extreme decidedly did not happen elysium is deluding himself that everything is fine. they are either at 0 or 100 at any given time.
he decides to just collapse back onto his bed while tapping away at doord*sh. ]
A little. [ a lot. ] The ibuprofen's on the table if you need it.
[ he puts in an order. he rolls his face back into his pillow. ]
[ so did he. he really would have ended up in the ocean if he didn't get stopped by that one wedding guest.
should he bring up what happened...? it might not be the best to when they are both hungover and then will be forced to sit several hours in a car together after. ]
[ thorns still has to apologize? he spent some time thinking things over. sure, a large part of that time he was very wasted for and thus could barely comprehend anything, but it still weighed heavily. ]
[ he shifts and pushes himself upright, settling on the edge of the bed with a quiet sigh before turning his gaze to thorns. ]
… I've been frustrated about a couple things recently. I should apologise too for probably taking it out on you.
[ does he know this to be 100% true? no… but just in case, he does add: ]
Weren't you the one who got us back, anyway? After I made such a big show about being your chaperone. Now that's embarrassing. It's not like you had much of a choice, at that point.
You would have brought me back if the roles were reversed.
[ so he does confirm that was the case.
but ugh. thorns goes quiet again as he tries to formulate his thoughts. he's never really been great at saying things delicately. he wonders if things with that one guy with a crush on him may have ended better if thorns had rejected him in a better way? the other person he "rejected" stop talking to him for years so maybe thorns is the problem. ]
[ on the one hand, this is good because it establishes boundaries; on the other, there is no fuckin relationship and elysium wants to scream.
he really needs to commit one way or the other: either he gets over thorns or he doesn't. thorns was onto something though—now not being the best time to confront their issues—because they're both nursing their brutal hangovers still and elysium's foul mood hasn't gone anywhere despite him pretending otherwise.
[ THORNS WAS ALL OVER HIM AND HE DOESN'T REMEMBER ANY OF IT?
except!! that isn't the problem!! the problem is that thorns is out of water and elysium fixes that in short notice… he has not forgotten that he needs to stay hydrated… he shakes in wanting to tell thorns he can continue hanging off of him and should? ]
Oh. [ FLATLY. ] I guess…
[ but he cannot say that. despair. ]
It's water under the bridge. If anything, it means you actually have eyes that work. [ because thorns has shown to care about appearance ] Good for you.
[ he makes a face at the last comment and will not acknowledge it further.
he thinks elysium is being too chill about this considering how upset he was last night, but he guesses that he is just trying to be amicable now to not make things weird. he's such a good guy? ]
[ they've only just started patching things up, and this is where they're at. they are so cursed. elysium at least looks like he's turning what thorns says in his mind before answering. ]
… Don't overcorrect like I did.
[ is all he says, and he wonders if it's saying too much? regardless: ]
So? What d'you wanna do? If we're heading back today, you're driving at least half of it…
[ well, it is a good warning because thorns' mind keeps jumping to maybe it's better if they hang out less often like they were doing before, which is not as drastic as a move that elysium did but is still rather significant backpedaling.
... ]
We can look around before we go.
[ they'd still need to pack all their things up first since they'd need to check out, but walking around is supposedly good for hangovers even if it will feel like hell to move. ]
well, thorns figures it might be best if they spend some time apart. he will stay long enough for their doordash order to get here so he can open the door and bring it inside, but then he will go on a walk.... ]
elysium doesn't even plan on falling back asleep but he does anyway. by the time thorns turns around with the order, he's effectively knocked out. so thorns can go on his walk in peace… incredible how they can live without being in each other's space 24/7.
just kidding. a few others from their table who hadn't gotten as drunk as they did seem to have the same idea as thorns. they approach and accost him into their group. if there's one thing they've picked up from elysium, it's that strong arming thorns without his consent is how you get him to hang out with you. go figure!!! they do ask where elysium is and why he isn't with him? their relationship is so fascinating to observe. wow. ]
[ oh... help... he explains that elysium is sleeping...
he will go on a walk with them as they ask him if he thinks trying to break up elysium's relationship is really the best thing to do? thorns must not contend with the idea of is he trying to break them up? but elysium seems so happy with kitten?
...
he realizes that he actually does not know if this is true or not because elysium never mentions her. when he says that he's never actually met the girlfriend, they start murmuring amongst themselves... hmmm. ]
[ one of them wonders if that's the case because they remember seeing elysium looking upset… and that seemed to domino into his copious drinking… they ask if thorns knows anything about that and now the group is convinced elysium's going through relationship troubles?
thorns doesn't think he is the person to ask about elysium's relationship problems though?? even though elysium is over him now (lol) he figures it would still be awkward if him of all people tried to help out. ]
Should I talk to Kitten...?
[ half the people say it's a bad idea and the other half say go for it because they think it'll be funny. ]
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once elysium has been in the shower for long enough, thorns will consider it safe to "wake up" from his sleep. the fact that this is his life now is killing him. ]
This is so dumb...
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but moving after he tucked him in so tenderly… wow. thorns has plenty of time to stew over his thoughts while elysium lingers in the shower, taking his time to freshen up. when he finally emerges an hour later, he looks only slightly worse for wear, though he still very much feels like he wants to d*e. ]
You're up? Make sure you drink water.
[ what is this déjà vu ]
Want me to order in some salad?
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is this awkward? what do they talk about. ]
Does your head hurt?
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thorns' behaviour is making it increasingly hard to believe nothing happened but because the extreme decidedly did not happen elysium is deluding himself that everything is fine. they are either at 0 or 100 at any given time.
he decides to just collapse back onto his bed while tapping away at doord*sh. ]
A little. [ a lot. ] The ibuprofen's on the table if you need it.
[ he puts in an order. he rolls his face back into his pillow. ]
I'm kind of down to cut class tomorrow…
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[ so did he. he really would have ended up in the ocean if he didn't get stopped by that one wedding guest.
should he bring up what happened...? it might not be the best to when they are both hungover and then will be forced to sit several hours in a car together after. ]
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[ the stupid call. them.
… ]
Was there something you wanted to say?
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thorns takes a long sip of water. ]
I should probably apologize.
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probably ]
For…?
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[ and he proceeds to not explain how he did this. ]
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he thinks really hard about this… and still remembers nothing. ]
Huh? Don't worry about it.
[ says this having 0 context because thorns seemed worried about it ]
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[ thorns still has to apologize? he spent some time thinking things over. sure, a large part of that time he was very wasted for and thus could barely comprehend anything, but it still weighed heavily. ]
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… I've been frustrated about a couple things recently. I should apologise too for probably taking it out on you.
[ does he know this to be 100% true? no… but just in case, he does add: ]
Weren't you the one who got us back, anyway? After I made such a big show about being your chaperone. Now that's embarrassing. It's not like you had much of a choice, at that point.
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[ so he does confirm that was the case.
but ugh. thorns goes quiet again as he tries to formulate his thoughts. he's never really been great at saying things delicately. he wonders if things with that one guy with a crush on him may have ended better if thorns had rejected him in a better way? the other person he "rejected" stop talking to him for years so maybe thorns is the problem. ]
I haven't been respecting your relationship.
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he really needs to commit one way or the other: either he gets over thorns or he doesn't. thorns was onto something though—now not being the best time to confront their issues—because they're both nursing their brutal hangovers still and elysium's foul mood hasn't gone anywhere despite him pretending otherwise.
he stares. ]
… Yeah? Why would you say that?
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thorns finishes his water, which is a travesty because it gives him one less thing to occupy himself with during this. ]
I was all over you. And you told me so last night.
[ he pauses, glancing over at elysium. ]
So I'll do better.
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except!! that isn't the problem!! the problem is that thorns is out of water and elysium fixes that in short notice… he has not forgotten that he needs to stay hydrated… he shakes in wanting to tell thorns he can continue hanging off of him and should? ]
Oh. [ FLATLY. ] I guess…
[ but he cannot say that. despair. ]
It's water under the bridge. If anything, it means you actually have eyes that work. [ because thorns has shown to care about appearance ] Good for you.
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he thinks elysium is being too chill about this considering how upset he was last night, but he guesses that he is just trying to be amicable now to not make things weird. he's such a good guy? ]
... Anyway, I'll still be more careful.
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… Don't overcorrect like I did.
[ is all he says, and he wonders if it's saying too much? regardless: ]
So? What d'you wanna do? If we're heading back today, you're driving at least half of it…
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... ]
We can look around before we go.
[ they'd still need to pack all their things up first since they'd need to check out, but walking around is supposedly good for hangovers even if it will feel like hell to move. ]
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he might love thorns a good platonic amount but there are some things even love can't conquer…
he flops back over to his side. good night. ]
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...
well, thorns figures it might be best if they spend some time apart. he will stay long enough for their doordash order to get here so he can open the door and bring it inside, but then he will go on a walk.... ]
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elysium doesn't even plan on falling back asleep but he does anyway. by the time thorns turns around with the order, he's effectively knocked out. so thorns can go on his walk in peace… incredible how they can live without being in each other's space 24/7.
just kidding. a few others from their table who hadn't gotten as drunk as they did seem to have the same idea as thorns. they approach and accost him into their group. if there's one thing they've picked up from elysium, it's that strong arming thorns without his consent is how you get him to hang out with you. go figure!!! they do ask where elysium is and why he isn't with him? their relationship is so fascinating to observe. wow. ]
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he will go on a walk with them as they ask him if he thinks trying to break up elysium's relationship is really the best thing to do? thorns must not contend with the idea of is he trying to break them up? but elysium seems so happy with kitten?
...
he realizes that he actually does not know if this is true or not because elysium never mentions her. when he says that he's never actually met the girlfriend, they start murmuring amongst themselves... hmmm. ]
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what a mystery. ]
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thorns doesn't think he is the person to ask about elysium's relationship problems though?? even though elysium is over him now (lol) he figures it would still be awkward if him of all people tried to help out. ]
Should I talk to Kitten...?
[ half the people say it's a bad idea and the other half say go for it because they think it'll be funny. ]
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