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[ Matt just sort of stands there. If he agrees then what does that mean? What's he actually agreeing to? To be with him? That alone is scary given he hasn't tried to really have a relationship since Sal. With anyone it would be a scary prospect. With a bloke, ridiculous, but with Nate? His best friend? Terrifying.

So he doesn't say anything, but he does nod, just a bit. Okay. Yes. Okay. Giving in, allowing himself to want, to dare that he can. ]

Just...wait here, okay? [Because he's pretty sure he needs to just do this or they'll be at a weird standstill and won't be able to actually talk about anything more. He just moves to the next room, grabbing for his phone out of his back pocket and staring at Simon's number. This isn't going to be fun. But it's what he wants. It's what he's wanted for awhile.]

[ Matt stands a bit dumbstruck. Wait, what's Nate going to do? Is he-- is he actually going to split up with his boyfriend? No, no he can't let him do that, can he? That wouldn't be right. Would it? So it's barely a moment or two after he's gone that he's following along after him. ]

Nate what are you doing? Don't-- You can't take that back, you know. If you pull the plug.

Tell me you don't want me and I won't. I mean fuck that's not fair to him either, is it? But it's the unfair shit I've been living with for all this time so I've come to terms with it. But if you want me, that's all I'll be able to think about. That's all I'm going to want. So just tell me Matt. What do you want?

[Standing here with his finger poised to press dial.]

[ Lying would hurt him. Lying would hurt them both. Hurt him now and maybe that's for the best? A small pain to avoid a bigger one later. Rip off the plaster now, get it over with to protect him. He knows with Simon he could have the life he wanted. The life he used to want.

But he knows him. Fuck, he knows him, and he knows that look in his eyes. Send him back to Simon, and who really ends up happy? So it's simple, the answer. Simple and terrifying. He lifts a hand, before dropping it again, and speaking quietly. ]

I don't want you. [ he tries to make it stick ] I don't want you, Nate. There. Look. Does it make it easier?

[ but the lie can't even hold, he can't even try, because it's not right, is it? ]

No, it fucking doesn't, does it? Because you know the truth. You know, Nate. Come on.

I want you. [ a breath, and again with a little more conviction ] I want you.

[Even knowing him like he does, hearing him say that makes it feel like the floor has dropped out from beneath him. Doesn't want him. It echoes around him like all of his worst fears coming to life. But it doesn't last, and the relief is just as sweet as he could have ever imagined. Sweeter really. God, he wants to kiss him. But he knows he can't. Not until he makes this call.

So this time, he doesn't walk away. He just lifts his hand with his phone in it and presses his thumb to make the call.]

Simon? Yeah, hi, it's me. We...we need to talk. [He turns slightly, the muffled voice of the lawyer heard on the other end.] No, yeah- the show went fine. Yeah, I know you're with a client. I just... So I think we should see other people. [Silence] Hello? ...Right, yeah. No, we can talk about it later, sure. Tomorrow, yeah. [Shaking a little, he lowers the phone and ends the call.]

There, see? All taken care of. [Despite knowing it's the right choice, it's still not very fun at all, so he's looking a little shaken up.]

[ Matt can scarcely believe what he's watching. He didn't expect Nate to actually do it, but there he is, doing just that. By the time he puts the phone down, he's standing jaw open just staring back at him. ]

You split up with him. Nate you fucking idiot what did you do. For me? What did you-- You're an idiot, you're such an idiot.

[ But even as he's talking, he stepping forward, moving towards him, concern in his eyes, shock and just about every emotion he can find. ]

For me? You did that for me?

[He slides his phone into the back pocket of his jeans, still shaking and a little scared, but not regretting it. Not even a bit.]

I did that for me. But yeah... you too, I guess. [He gives him a slightly bashful smile.]

[ This feels like it's probably not real, like he's about to wake up or a camera crew are going to jump out and say it's some elaborate set up for a tv show. Either way, it can't be real, can it? But look how he's shaking, he has that fear in his eyes, like he's worried that he's made a mistake. Matt wants to help, he really does, but he doesn't really know how.

So he reaches for something. Anything. A truth, something to give him, even if it's ridiculous. ]

Do you remember when I was taking those extra shifts at the bar? [ It's a marker, another way of saying 'after Sally' ] And you started seeing that guy, that Ben? There was this one night you brought him back to the flat and went to bed. I mean you know what the walls were like there, right? I could hear you fucking. Hear him fucking you. Hear you. And I... [ he shifts a bit awkwardly, why the hell is he telling this story? ] Well I sort of rubbed one off to it.

[He's not entirely sure where the story is going. And even as the point becomes clear, he just looks really confused for a second.]

You..? [What even, Matthew. But he can tell what he's trying to do, even though it's so very misguided.]

Just the once? [Well, now he's curious.]

I don't make a habit of jacking off to my mate's having sex [ he sounds a little exasperated, like come on, as though he hadn't just admitted to doing exactly that. ]

Anyway, I was usually the one getting some. Well you remember, I mean, thin walls.

Yeah, I know. I heard plenty of it. [He glances away because... Well, he probably enjoyed himself a few times while all of that was going on.]

...Do you want to get out of here?

[ Oh Matt has no doubt he heard, no doubt too that so clearly so he probably knows the exact sounds Matt makes when he comes. It's a loaded question, he knows, and it makes it all the more scary for that.
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Yeah. Yeah lets.. Yeah.

[ But he can't help contemplating that awkward tube ride again, and how it will be even harder this time, in both senses of the word. ]

[The rain hasn't let up, but Nate barely notices it as they walk to the tube. He feels like he's walking through some weird dream. This time, he does find a seat, one with an empty one beside him. Everything feels more intense, brighter, louder, like he's seeing the world for the first time.

He has to remind himself to breathe.]

Glad you liked the gallery.

[ On the tube, Matt sits himself down next to Nate, both of them freshly soaked and neither of them caring. In the chair, he manspreads, because that's the sort of asshole he is. ]

You're getting better, you know. All that shit. You were always good, but that? And that blue one? I'm buying that. Just so you know, that fucker is mine.

Who says you can afford it? [He says with a little smile.]

Someone I know told me to make sure to get top price for my work.

[ he turns his head towards him and smirks a bit, nudging his knee over against his. ]

Who do you think brought your last three pieces? [ Yay Knights credit card ]

[He just looks at him like he grew a second head.]

Wait, seriously?

[ He smirks from ear to ear like so fucking proud of himself. ]

This new job comes with perks. [ And frequent life threatening situations but shhh ]

Sneaky little bastard. [He says, but he's got a grin to match. And his hand sort of drifts to the outside of his thigh that's touching Matt's, his pinky finger barely brushing the back of Matt's hand.]

[ The instinct is for Matt to pull his hand away. It's stupid, he really needs to get over that. So he does his best, not yanking his hand back sharply, just looking towards him and grinning. ]

Oh you know it.

[ There are only a couple of other people on the carriage, none of them paying attention to them. He looks at him again, before glancing back to the dark window opposite, just about seeing their reflections in it. He nudges his knee against his again. ]

I really like your hair like that, by the way.

[The fact that he doesn't yank his hand back is just...wow. How far have they come in one evening. Mention of his hair makes him look a little bashful.]

Yeah? Not too long?

Definitely not. Something to hold onto. [ Yes, he went there, he said that, and he's not regretting it, but he is smirking to himself like a fool. ]

So when we get back to yours.... What's the plan?

[Nate chokes a little on the breath he was trying to take in.]

Jesus... [Kill him, why don't you!]

Didn't really have a plan. Figure we can have a drink and just talk. See what happens.

[ That smirk is there again, delighted with himself for having got a reaction. He still likes to wind him up even now. Of course it's a coping mechanism too, make a joke out of it to make it just a bit less real. ]

So what's your place like?[ Bloody smalltalk. He'd much rather be doing the scary kissing again. ]