Things could have gone better. Things could have gone so, so much better. But it was old news, and even if every time he saw Jake the scab got peeled up a little at the corners, he smoothed the skin back down easily and adjusted his shades, largely ignoring the irritable dull ache in his chest. They hadn't really spoken on their own, though Dirk behaved like nothing had happened when they were all together. He just avoided sitting, standing, or breathing near Jake.
And it wasn't out of hatred, and surely not of Jake. Things had just been such a mess and they hadn't had a chance to even think about anything until a handful of days ago anyway that it had all welled back up like a clogged toilet and Dirk had just shut the door and walked away instead of finding the plunger. It was making just about as much of a mess, too.
He hadn't really taken a headcount, but when John had proposed movies he automatically assumed Jake would be there. So he'd lingered and watched the introduction to some one of John's comically shitty old action movies before he'd slunk off with the intent of having some good old-fashioned alone time. It was pretty great, having your obnoxious sentient sunglasses no longer permanently attached to your face, even if now it meant a periodic visit from a glowing horse guy wearing him.
He slunk into the shared bedroom and didn't even notice Jake at first in the dim lighting, tapping the old school touch-lamp with two fingers as he sat on the edge of the bed on the slightly-less-blue side of the room and taking off his shades. The light cast itself across the room and caught Jake's shoes, and Dirk went rigidly still and refused to raise his eyes from the tread of them.
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Date: 2013-06-27 06:59 am (UTC)And it wasn't out of hatred, and surely not of Jake. Things had just been such a mess and they hadn't had a chance to even think about anything until a handful of days ago anyway that it had all welled back up like a clogged toilet and Dirk had just shut the door and walked away instead of finding the plunger. It was making just about as much of a mess, too.
He hadn't really taken a headcount, but when John had proposed movies he automatically assumed Jake would be there. So he'd lingered and watched the introduction to some one of John's comically shitty old action movies before he'd slunk off with the intent of having some good old-fashioned alone time. It was pretty great, having your obnoxious sentient sunglasses no longer permanently attached to your face, even if now it meant a periodic visit from a glowing horse guy wearing him.
He slunk into the shared bedroom and didn't even notice Jake at first in the dim lighting, tapping the old school touch-lamp with two fingers as he sat on the edge of the bed on the slightly-less-blue side of the room and taking off his shades. The light cast itself across the room and caught Jake's shoes, and Dirk went rigidly still and refused to raise his eyes from the tread of them.