[connor or the vodka? jack probably wouldn't know which one he means either. he's remarkably upright and conscious for as much alcohol as he already has in him.]
[jack would've found more. but the bottle pauses on its way to his lips. his brows lift before he leans forward.]
A boyfriend. Back home. [yes, that is what he said. jack takes a deep breath.] I honestly don't know if I'm supposed to congratulate you or offer my condolences.
[but god, he remembers everything his double did and as awful as it was, jack was so hot and it was all so good and it's going to be difficult to forget that any time soon.]
His name is Oliver.
[connor doesn't really want to talk about him, though.]
Why are you giving up sex? You're hot, good at it.
[and possibly twice. congrats on your everything, connor. gorgeous even when confessing to murder.
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Does he know about what you did?
[it's quiet, concerned. it feels too much like a situation where he could get hurt. but jack won't press if he doesn't want to answer.]
I fucked the thing that killed you. [and that disgusts him. and that's not even all of it.] And Johnny, well he's straight, but his double certainly wasn't.
[he knew. that time he knew. and he did it anyway.]
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lucky me
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i'm not sure where things are with matt, yet
jade's a good girl. way more forgiving than she should be
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[connor or the vodka? jack probably wouldn't know which one he means either. he's remarkably upright and conscious for as much alcohol as he already has in him.]
Maybe I should've asked for something more.
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[he trails off for a moment, trying to decide if he really should say what he wants. but he also feels like he kind of owes it to him to be honest.]
We can't do that again.
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'We' didn't.
[he laughs softly, even if it's not the least bit funny.]
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That's not the point.
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[jack looks around, feels around, until he finds the bottle that he was working his way through.]
Tell me. I want to know.
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I have a... boyfriend, back home. [beat] It's complicated.
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A boyfriend. Back home. [yes, that is what he said. jack takes a deep breath.] I honestly don't know if I'm supposed to congratulate you or offer my condolences.
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That's what I would've said, before. I'm not really good at the whole "boyfriends" thing.
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[the door, the damned door, the fucking gods. all of it.]
So, you're slapping on a chastity belt? I'm looking into them already. [jack smirks and sips.] What's his name?
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[but god, he remembers everything his double did and as awful as it was, jack was so hot and it was all so good and it's going to be difficult to forget that any time soon.]
His name is Oliver.
[connor doesn't really want to talk about him, though.]
Why are you giving up sex? You're hot, good at it.
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speaking of:]
Does he know about what you did?
[it's quiet, concerned. it feels too much like a situation where he could get hurt. but jack won't press if he doesn't want to answer.]
I fucked the thing that killed you. [and that disgusts him. and that's not even all of it.] And Johnny, well he's straight, but his double certainly wasn't.
[he knew. that time he knew. and he did it anyway.]
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[the implication is obvious: connor doesn't think the same of himself.
but he's too raw and emotional to hide his reaction about johnny.]
Don't give up on Johnny yet.
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[and be happy, because jack believes connor still has a chance for it.
he looks at the other man thoughtfully for a moment.]
There's nothing worse than wanting someone you can never really have.
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