The laugh that escapes is almost robotic. Blake shakes his head, amused, saying, "Well, maybe that's my problem. Emotions? What're those?" Still, they know the lie it presents for both of them. How could they ignore it? Between them they'd run a hell of a gamut and a resolution to any of the offcentered nature of their lives has been stretched like taffy.
He stands, shifting as he's known to do when readying himself to relinquish Jayden's space. Their comfort comes so much from being able to read each other and Blake knows he doesn't need to signal his intentions. Still, he converses like this is just a continuation of a past conversation and a precursor to a future one.
"Next time over, I'm bringin' my 'A' game: acceptance, anger, admiration, affection, anxiety..." He can probably keep going with this joke if Jayden doesn't take the wheel.
It's such an obvious lie that Jayden doesn't even bother to side-eye it, just offering a tiny grin somewhere between knowing and self-deprecating. Yeah, they both might wish emotions weren't an issue, but that's because emotions cause most of their issues.
"You took all the good ones for A. I'm gonna have to bring..." Give him a moment to think. "Probably my D game. Despondence. Depression. Disapproval." A pause as he tries to think of more. "Doubt." Press X to Doubt? Wait wrong game.
And another brief pause as he realizes he should clarify. "Not directed at you, though. Any of that. I'm pretty sure you'll get the magic thing quick." And that said, and with Blake getting ready to leave--
"Thanks again, by the way." He really does appreciate the gloves, and not just because they're a thoughtful gift, but the gloves themselves are nice and he likes them a lot.
"Dick," Blake adds helpfully in order to properly round out Jayden's lineup, as well as give him the appropriate ribbing necessary after such a bizarre display; if Jayden is going to spare Blake from all those Ds, there's only one other logical target. And since they'd both somehow silently agreed to go easier on themselves, it feels appropriate to toss in that tiny reminder.
Full of calm amusement now, he pulls the other man into a proper hug, patting his back and slipping in a requisite hair ruffle as he lets go. "Don't mention it," Blake says, smile brightening all the more. He offers his friend a loose salute and off he goes.
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Date: 2024-01-08 02:53 am (UTC)He stands, shifting as he's known to do when readying himself to relinquish Jayden's space. Their comfort comes so much from being able to read each other and Blake knows he doesn't need to signal his intentions. Still, he converses like this is just a continuation of a past conversation and a precursor to a future one.
"Next time over, I'm bringin' my 'A' game: acceptance, anger, admiration, affection, anxiety..." He can probably keep going with this joke if Jayden doesn't take the wheel.
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Date: 2024-01-12 12:27 am (UTC)"You took all the good ones for A. I'm gonna have to bring..." Give him a moment to think. "Probably my D game. Despondence. Depression. Disapproval." A pause as he tries to think of more. "Doubt."
Press X to Doubt? Wait wrong game.And another brief pause as he realizes he should clarify. "Not directed at you, though. Any of that. I'm pretty sure you'll get the magic thing quick." And that said, and with Blake getting ready to leave--
"Thanks again, by the way." He really does appreciate the gloves, and not just because they're a thoughtful gift, but the gloves themselves are nice and he likes them a lot.
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Date: 2024-01-15 03:31 am (UTC)Full of calm amusement now, he pulls the other man into a proper hug, patting his back and slipping in a requisite hair ruffle as he lets go. "Don't mention it," Blake says, smile brightening all the more. He offers his friend a loose salute and off he goes.