"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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