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Some time ago, huh.

[His voice is low and dry. Yeah, he knows about that. And said telepath has already been warned about exactly what he's playing with.]

Yep.

[his turn to lie down, though he doesn't make an effort to do so too close to John. His eyes are just, features relaxed save for that smile on his lips.]

It was fun. More for him than for me, but still fun.

Don't tell me you actually did something selfless.

[He'll never believe it. He still thinks Petre is setting Ryan up for a fall of some sort, even if their stories match.]

Don't tell me anything, actually. I really don't need details.

I was just trying to get his mind off everyone else's. It worked.

[And he's damn proud of himself, thank you very much.]

Told him not to bother me after, looks like he listened.

[He really wouldn't want to deal with a clingy virgin. He'd just break his heart.]

Shit, you did the whole world a favour. It's almost like hell freezing over, but not quite there. [Nothing against Ryan, he just still doesn't like telepaths.] And here I thought no one could ever be broken of the Petre habit once they started. You've been talking yourself up even more than I realized.

Like you've never had a virgin before.

[he says so lazily, eyes still shut, hands clasped over his stomach. His head's comfortable on the grass in between the patches covered by the roots.]

[Yet again, he finds himself glancing over at Petre when he can't be caught. So it really was a one-shot deal. A favour for a virgin. The thought that he might be getting too suspicious is immediately chased by a million thoughts of what happened the night before, which leave him right back where he started. With no idea what to make of Petre anymore and caring way too much about it.

And while he thinks about answering that statement, Petre's unusual peace - maybe even quiet? - prompts him to close his own eyes instead. Just enjoy the weather and the spot and the moment and pretend that there's nothing at all complicated about it.]

[Unlike John, Petre feels like he had a good night's sleep, but being in the shade when the sun's all the way up there tempts him to give in and let his consciousness go. It's okay - they're not doing anything wrong. If anything people would be more bemused by seeing them together doing nothing than aggravated.

He likes that. Make them confused, keep them guessing.]

[The very strangeness of the peace between them ruins it for John. He can't relax. Not in Petre's company. After all, he's confused and guessing more than anyone else right now.

He rolls quietly onto his side, watches as Petre appears to fall asleep. When he's not smiling, when his eyes are closed, he looks deceptively innocent. Almost childlike. The sweep of his lashes across his cheeks is unusually dark for someone with such pale hair.

There's a guilty greed to the way he catalogues these thoughts, takes Petre apart piece by piece while he's not looking. He knows it's all evidence of more interest, exactly the kind of interest Petre suspects and tries to cultivate, and the kind he now has to deny to himself as well as out loud. But he's still snatching candies out of the jar when he's not meant to, when he doesn't even like sweets.]

You're awfully quiet.

[Which isn't him calling John out on anything he's doing, just making sure he's still awake, eyes still shut and lips now pressed together. He didn't bring them here for a nap, and he knows just how badly John wants one. Hence denying him the pleasure.]

[He nearly jumps out of his skin when Petre starts talking, then rolls onto his back again so ungracefully that it'll be clear he was on his side from all the rustling.

Beautiful. Very smooth.]

I'm relaxed. You actually did shut up for once.

[To which he opens his eyes and rolls his head, brows quirked like John just mentioned the sky happens to be green. That doesn't change his tone, though; he sounds like his usual self, no confusion anywhere.]

So did you. Does that count as hell freezing over?

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I actually can be relaxed and quiet when you're not around. You're just always around lately.

[It's not really true - he almost never makes it all the way to relaxed. And Petre probably knows him well enough to know that, given how he sees right through him. But he only meets that stare for a second before turning away and closing his own eyes again.]

[Lips spread and show teeth; the smile reaches his eyes but doesn't manifest in a laugh. He shakes his head and relaxes back into his previous position.]

You're so full of shit. Bet you you could smoke an entire football field of weed and you'd still be all worked up.

[And then he points at nowhere, like he just remembered -]

I have a solution for that, too. It involves your hand and a box of tissues.

At least you're not offering yourself as the solution anymore. We're making real progress here.

[And he was well acquainted with that solution in his time between roommates. He's just not mentioning that.]

Now, see - that wouldn't work, because I wouldn't let you relax. You're hotter when you're angry.

[Hate sex, Johnny, it's the only way.]

[A hot flush runs through his body, and he drapes an arm casually over his face in case it reaches his cheeks. Well. That backfired. It had seemed like progress, but that was a stupid thought.

One night. One night has dismantled everything. He should be angry, or snarky, but now he's just off-balance.]

Also because it'd never happen. I'll stick to my hand.

[Well, it's a bit of a zing.]

[he snaps his fingers.]

Almost got you there.

Any other big plans for the day? [He sits up, pulls his hoodie back on without zipping it up. He's getting restless already, putting a pretty big lie to his statement that he can relax pretty much ever. He thinks that if they're doing something, though, maybe he'll be distracted from how heavy Petre's presence is now.]

[He lets out a sigh, almost too lazy to answer. Definitely too lazy to ask John what he's thinking anymore. He's fond of guessing for himself, anyway.]

Not a thing. It's my day off.

Well, I'm not sitting around anymore. Enjoy the spot.

[Stretching and then bending his legs, arms bent behind him to push himself up.]

[A frown. He blinks slowly, grimacing a bit at the light - and what John said.]

But you still haven't made it up to me.

What do you want? You seriously want me just sitting here with you all day?

[He's lucky in that it would've been an annoying demand at any point in their "friendship," so his irritation doesn't stand out too strongly as unusual.]

Of course I do! What if I get bored?

[Don't leave me John.]

Then do something more interesting.

[He's not standing, though, now just sitting with his bent knees pulled up to his chest.]

I usually sit out here alone. [It's weird having you here.]

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