"I guess that's not so bad. And one day you're going to be all smart and brilliant. And I get to watch you be smart and brilliant." While Axel did very little that could be classed as either. Axel knew he could aim higher, he knew he wasn't stupid and that's why he didn't really feel that self conscious. As far as he was concerned, he was going to be about the same forever and he could deal with that. When things got bad, he just remembered how hot he was. Made him feel better. "You can just take me to parties and brag about how handsome I am."
"It wouldn't be so bad, no. We could live pretty nicely there. They are partly furnished too. I've no idea how much of a chance we actually stand at it, but it's actually not that unrealistic." Hartley smiled and kissed Axel. "You know I always brag about how handsome you are, Ax. But you also know that if you ever want to try, I'm ready to help, yeah? You're still a minor, we can get you ID and it's not like people would question a gap in your work history."
"I don't know. I mean fake ID or not, I don't know if I'm cut out and the sort of jobs I can get probably need me to have some kind of training and education. I'd be going against people who are way better than me. I don't even think I could beat them." It was just logical. He'd seen smarter and better kids fail and he knew he could never do as well as them. So why bother?
"Depends on what kind of job we're talking about. I mean, if I get to be TA, for example, which I'm going to try, there will be some payment and benefits and, yeah, not just anyone could do that. But there are jobs where you can get training as you go. Not exactly glamorous ones, but you're good-looking, you're charming, you could probably get a job as a waiter or something like that somewhere eventually. I know a lot of LGBT places. Hell, if you wanted to get a job that's more suited for what you're so good at, you could try dancing at a club. You're eighteen soon."
"I can't really dance." He could move but like proper dancing? Fuck that. He mostly just rubbed against people until they were into him. It was very fun. He sighed longingly and looked up at Hartley, gently stroking his face. "We'll work it out together, I'm sure of it. Now, I'm planning on taking a nap. Want to come with me and cuddle or what?" Because cuddling and being with Hartley beat out contemplating the future any day.
"You could see about applying to that one clothing story, you know the one I mean. The only one with clothes gay enough for you. Hell, they can just hire you as their model." Hartley turned his head so he could nuzzle Axel's hand, then he nodded. "Let's cuddle. I have work to do later, but I want to hold you now."
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