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Whatever. I'm just trying to figure out what made you such a homophobe.
You don't even know anything about him. What makes him a prick, that he's not afraid of kissing me?
You don't even know anything about him. What makes him a prick, that he's not afraid of kissing me?
Hey I'm not homo anything! I got nothing wrong with gay people. I like you. I like Axel. I even like my maybe strong man dad and maybe nail eating dad. They were a cute couple.
That you're afraid to introduce me to him so there has to be some fault. Probably a prick or has a messed up face. Or you made him up.
That you're afraid to introduce me to him so there has to be some fault. Probably a prick or has a messed up face. Or you made him up.
Right. You showed that when you kicked me out at two am.
There is some fault. You are the fault. I'm not even talking to you!
There is some fault. You are the fault. I'm not even talking to you!
Cause you got all weird and I panicked and now you won't let it go so maybe I did the right thing cause you're clearly a total pain in the ass over every little thing so fuck it. And fuck you.
I'm not the fault. Why? Do you think I am? Worried GI Joe will meet me and get jealous?
I'm not the fault. Why? Do you think I am? Worried GI Joe will meet me and get jealous?
Every little thing, right. I wish you'd not make me suffer because of your sexual identity crisis. Fuck off.
No, I think that you're an asshole and I don't want him to think I'm friends with assholes.
No, I think that you're an asshole and I don't want him to think I'm friends with assholes.
Yes, because you kissed me, liked it and kicked me out.
That. Also, I don't want to have to hold him back when you say something wrong.
That. Also, I don't want to have to hold him back when you say something wrong.
You sure as hell haven't been acting like a friend, so yeah. Fuck off.
I thought you could use the money, but whatever.
Never in his life had he been so glad to see Hartley on the ground. And yes, that may have seemed like a weird thing to be glad of but last time he came here, he was on the roof and the roof was not somewhere James liked to be. He really didn't need to have to climb all the way up there and likely, you know, die when the world began to spin and everything got further away and the air got thin and-- yeah, heights scared him.
He didn't know what to say to Hartley but he kind of needed him. He needed someone and that asshole Axel wasn't answering his phone. Stupid asshole, making him go to Hartley.
"Hartley?" He kept his tone as neutral as he could and pulled his jacket tighter around himself, not just because it was cold, he needed to keep something hidden. "I need your help."
He didn't know what to say to Hartley but he kind of needed him. He needed someone and that asshole Axel wasn't answering his phone. Stupid asshole, making him go to Hartley.
"Hartley?" He kept his tone as neutral as he could and pulled his jacket tighter around himself, not just because it was cold, he needed to keep something hidden. "I need your help."
"What? Why?" It was a good question. James wasn't like him. He made friends easily. Everyone liked him. In that sense, he might be the opposite of him. Hartley watched him curiously, not even thinking about how upset he was with him and how their last conversation had ended. "What's the matter?"
He had just been sitting here, listening to what he could hear through the window. The music was faint, but he had good ears. Hartley stood up now though, his focus on James.
He had just been sitting here, listening to what he could hear through the window. The music was faint, but he had good ears. Hartley stood up now though, his focus on James.
Oh God, he was giving him that look like he was an idiot for coming to talk to him and that instantly put up James's guard. He took a step back and frowned, if he'd been in a better position, he would have left just to keep his very fragile pride in check but he wasn't in a good place right now and he needed someone smart, someone he trusted. He sucked in a breath and then looked Hartley, meeting his eyes.
"I kind of -- maybe fucked up a little. I need you to fix something." He sighed and pulled back his coat reluctantly, showing Hartley the blood stained shirt underneath, it was sticking to his side and the blood was slowly starting to get onto his jeans too. "Don't freak." Well, fair caution, he wasn't freaking. Mostly just in pain and no idea where else to go. Usually Axel helped with this shit but the little bastard wasn't here. "Do you have a place we can go? Cause mine is too far away and the police are after me and dude, I can't run any more."
"I kind of -- maybe fucked up a little. I need you to fix something." He sighed and pulled back his coat reluctantly, showing Hartley the blood stained shirt underneath, it was sticking to his side and the blood was slowly starting to get onto his jeans too. "Don't freak." Well, fair caution, he wasn't freaking. Mostly just in pain and no idea where else to go. Usually Axel helped with this shit but the little bastard wasn't here. "Do you have a place we can go? Cause mine is too far away and the police are after me and dude, I can't run any more."
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Hartley paled, which was not really very remarkable, given how damn pale he was all the time anyway. "You need to go to a hospital." What was he supposed to do with this? He quickly approached James, not even thinking about it as he put an arm loosely around him and carefully tried to lift his shirt. "I have a place, but James, this looks bad. I'm not a doctor, I can't fix people." He could try, he would try, but he wanted his friend to get better care than that. "What did you do?"
"Then the cops get me and it's game over. Look, I'm not scared to go but it's just gonna fuck up everything. Again. I don't need to lose a chunk of my life for no good reason." He gripped onto Hartley and smiled playfully, just wanting to do something to get him to stop looking so terrified. It wasn't right to see Hartley like this, he hated to see him so concerned. When it was lifted up, the wound oozed a little and it certainly didn't look pretty. He hissed a little and forced the smile to stay in place. "You know me. Wrong place, wrong time, wrong joke. Things went a little topsy turvy."
"You're such an idiot." Hartley pressed his lips together and let go of James' shirt, moving him along without another word. He wasn't sure what to say. He was getting used to seeing all sorts of horrifying thing, but it was still something else to see James hurt like this.
"I'm staying nearby. I have a first aid kit, I can give you stitches. But I'm not a professional, it will probably scar." Hartley had a delicate touch, but that was for machines. This was very different. He took a steadying breath. "I can take care of you. Don't worry."
"I'm staying nearby. I have a first aid kit, I can give you stitches. But I'm not a professional, it will probably scar." Hartley had a delicate touch, but that was for machines. This was very different. He took a steadying breath. "I can take care of you. Don't worry."
"I didn't do anything bad, Hartley. Don't look at me like that." He didn't ever want Hartley to look at him like he was a bad person. He wasn't a good person but he wasn't a total asshole, he had a code and he figured everyone else did. He figured wrong. "I was kind of broke and I needed a job so I agreed to go in with these guys. Half way through the job, they found out this one kid was a rat and working for the cops. They were going to -- well, I couldn't let them do that."
They wanted to stab him, hurt the poor little bastard and James could never let that happened. That's why he got in the way of the knife. Before it could get any worse, the cops were coming and James ran for it, ran until he felt like he could pass out. He figured the closest thing he knew was the concert hall and Hartley always hung out here. "I just want to sewn up, okay? I don't care if it scars just stop me from having to go anywhere I'll get picked up by cops."
They wanted to stab him, hurt the poor little bastard and James could never let that happened. That's why he got in the way of the knife. Before it could get any worse, the cops were coming and James ran for it, ran until he felt like he could pass out. He figured the closest thing he knew was the concert hall and Hartley always hung out here. "I just want to sewn up, okay? I don't care if it scars just stop me from having to go anywhere I'll get picked up by cops."
"I'm looking at you like that, because you're an idiot, not because you did something bad. Sounds like you did something right." Hartley shook his head, wishing he could just give James money, so he'd not have to do something like that any more. Unfortunately he was very broke right now. He'd think of something. He always did.
Hartley stopped by a door, unlocking it so he could usher James inside. "Ground level place, so no stairs." Everything else sucked about the place, but hey.
Hartley stopped by a door, unlocking it so he could usher James inside. "Ground level place, so no stairs." Everything else sucked about the place, but hey.
James is with me, he got hurt. I'm taking care of him.
I don't know, maybe he got hurt doing something smart. I think he got hurt being brave. And dumb, yes.
He's sleeping now.
He's sleeping now.
"Oh God, I love ground level things." James nearly wept when he heard that, laughing a little as he held onto Hartley and just let him lead him where ever he wanted. "I don't want people getting hurt. I can make plenty to live on without ever hurting anyone, I don't get why people even think they have to carry weapons. I've never had one in my life and I've always been okay."
Even now, he was a little stabbed sure but he could get it fixed and he got out alive. Why did they have to make this gig so dangerous. "You never invited me over before. I like that being stabbed is the way to snoop around your place."
Even now, he was a little stabbed sure but he could get it fixed and he got out alive. Why did they have to make this gig so dangerous. "You never invited me over before. I like that being stabbed is the way to snoop around your place."
It could be worse. Nothing vital was hit, if I'm any judge, but he lost a lot of blood.
He has his head in my lap and keeps muttering in Italian.
He has his head in my lap and keeps muttering in Italian.
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