Because of Reasons.
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evolutionaryTitle: Because of Reasons
Warnings: Antisocial inclinations.
Word Count: 320
Characters: Alan and Nigel
Notes: Forsisyphus for Valentine's Day! Yes, the title is from the meme.
Summary: When two people like each other very, very much...
The day Alan asked him out (on a date, was the clarification), parts of Nigel detached from the scenario. They stood idly on the sidelines and thought of all the clever and impossibly quizzical things to say.
"Sure," he said instead, "why not?"
He hadn't refused for reasons too delicate to form into words.
-----
The day he asked Nigel out (on a date, obviously), Alan anticipated friction--an outright refusal or a road paved in awkward reasoning. He stood firm, heart prepared for the worst.
And Nigel accepted, that retard. He agreed to the outing without a single breath to the contrary. And poor Alan, taken completely aback, muttered something about dinner and possibly a movie on a Thursday (A movie? Really) before glancing at his shoes in embarrassment.
He left the subject alone for a while, for reasons too damning to bring to light.
-----
The day they went out started poorly. Alan suffered a mild panic attack, and as per usual, Nigel cried until his eyes turned red and puffy. They ate their appetizer in silence as the rest of the world gibbered loudly, and Alan looked as though he was ready to either kill everyone on the floor or implode from unhappiness.
Eventually, somewhere between their second drink and the main course, they realigned.
Alan asked for feedback, for the state of Nigel's well-being, and Nigel gave a neutral answer. Then he sullenly made a game of the present misery by guessing the order of potential victims in his partner's list. Alan, who hated the focus on restaurant patrons who were unworthy of attention, recounted a story that had little to do with death and held an edge in humor. Nigel countered with his own, and that, they found, was that.
By dessert, there was a growing list of stories between them, and neither cared enough to recount their reasons.
More importantly, Nigel did not frown into his food.
Warnings: Antisocial inclinations.
Word Count: 320
Characters: Alan and Nigel
Notes: For
sisyphus for Valentine's Day! Yes, the title is from the meme.Summary: When two people like each other very, very much...
The day Alan asked him out (on a date, was the clarification), parts of Nigel detached from the scenario. They stood idly on the sidelines and thought of all the clever and impossibly quizzical things to say.
"Sure," he said instead, "why not?"
He hadn't refused for reasons too delicate to form into words.
-----
The day he asked Nigel out (on a date, obviously), Alan anticipated friction--an outright refusal or a road paved in awkward reasoning. He stood firm, heart prepared for the worst.
And Nigel accepted, that retard. He agreed to the outing without a single breath to the contrary. And poor Alan, taken completely aback, muttered something about dinner and possibly a movie on a Thursday (A movie? Really) before glancing at his shoes in embarrassment.
He left the subject alone for a while, for reasons too damning to bring to light.
-----
The day they went out started poorly. Alan suffered a mild panic attack, and as per usual, Nigel cried until his eyes turned red and puffy. They ate their appetizer in silence as the rest of the world gibbered loudly, and Alan looked as though he was ready to either kill everyone on the floor or implode from unhappiness.
Eventually, somewhere between their second drink and the main course, they realigned.
Alan asked for feedback, for the state of Nigel's well-being, and Nigel gave a neutral answer. Then he sullenly made a game of the present misery by guessing the order of potential victims in his partner's list. Alan, who hated the focus on restaurant patrons who were unworthy of attention, recounted a story that had little to do with death and held an edge in humor. Nigel countered with his own, and that, they found, was that.
By dessert, there was a growing list of stories between them, and neither cared enough to recount their reasons.
More importantly, Nigel did not frown into his food.
