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If Eiffel doesn't remember...Jedao isn't sure whether to feel horrible or relieved.

"You didn't, no."

The lights had turned back on again in the morning, of course, but Jedao reaches out and flicks the switch with a tiny mothpush, turning the lounge's lunchtime lull into one of quiet dimness.

"Thank God."

And he slumps back into the couch, slouching heavily down into Jedao's shoulder as he very slowly drinks his water.

"Next time I get drunk, could you just knock me out?" he groans. His free hand finds Jedao's and squeezes softly. "Pretty please."

"Yes," he says softly, feeling more and more like a monster, but keeping outwardly calm, squeezing gently back. "I can do that." If that's what Eiffel wants.

Edited 2023-06-21 14:00 (UTC)

He squeezes again, but there's a faint smile in his voice when he says, "Thank you, boo."

He takes another sip and ruminates quietly for a minute. "First of all," he rasps. "I would like to request a bucket please, o benevolent DD. Second, can I get a sitrep on..." He pauses briefly, to swallow thickly. "On the last, like. Whole week?"

Jedao grunts softly, pulling a bucket from under the bar without getting up. It doesn't hurt as much as moving anything heavy, but he still feels an uncomfortable prickle along his bones, like his whole skeleton ate a chili pepper.

He hands Eiffel the bucket before beginning -

"Well, Roman sent the whole ship a dick pic."

Jedao decides this is a good place to establish the whole...vibe. "We had a plague of inhibition-lowering pests."

Edited 2023-06-21 15:40 (UTC)

Eiffel interrupts perfectly with a hearty retch, folding over double with the force of it.

At least he has water to wash his mouth out immediately, and spits it gracelessly into the bucket before he wipes his face.

"Well, that explains the alcohol," he mumbles wearily. "Tell me the truth, doc. How horrible was I?"

"You were sweet. We kissed a lot. I'm sorry."

That's the important bits, Jedao supposes.

"When you think you can keep pills down, Gonou brought you aspirin."

Eiffel feels too sick to blush properly, but his ears turn bright red.

"Oh, God..." It's more of a high, vaguely distressed keen there, and he leans to rest his head on Jedao's shoulder. Even if it lands more on his bicep. "'m so sorry, Jedao..."

Edited 2023-06-22 01:57 (UTC)

Jedao wraps an arm around Eiffel's shoulders, hugs him gently, and hates himself a little more.

"Eiffel, you didn't do anything I didn't enjoy," he says firmly. "I'm the one who took advantage of you when you were drunk."

He tilts his head up try and meet Jedao's eyes, but he has to squeeze them shut when his stomach audibly protests the angle.

"But you didn't..." He shifts his hips, in an unsubtle motion to sit up better, but he doesn't feel anything beyond the general malaise of a still-drunk hangover. "All we did was kiss, yeah? And..." He swallows thickly, and sounds- small, when he asks, "And I- I asked, right? I didn't make you?"

Jedao had gotten perilously close to coming in his pants when Eiffel bit him, but this seems like not the time to mention it.

"Just kissing. And you did ask, and I said please. Darlin, you don't have anything to feel guilty about. I want to kiss you all the time. You literally couldn't make me. I'm the one who shouldn't have let you. But I wanted you so much."

His voice cracks, just a little.

Edited 2023-06-22 02:42 (UTC)

"Hey hey, Jetsetter." His voice is low, going for soothing that might be made better or worse by the huskiness, and makes an effort to sit up and snuggle into Jedao's shoulder. "I was the drunk asshole that came onto you, remember? You're not a bad person."

He manages to drape an arm across Jedao's chest in a weak hug, eyes shut as he buries into Jedao's stubble. "And... uh. Well." And Jedao might feel the face tucked in there heat up sharply. "I've been... kinda sorta wanting to ask for a while now."

"You weren't an asshole," Jedao insists. Except, maybe, when Jedao said please don't regret me and Drunk Party Doug said I don't care, that's not my problem.

It takes a moment of effort for Jedao not to shiver, as the thought passes, like a ghost walking over his grave, a disjointed flinch. He cradles Eiffel gingerly.

"I'm not arguing with you about what kind of person I am," Jedao says firmly, sounding calmer than he feels. "I know you've been kind of wanting to. But the fact is, in your right mind, you haven't." It could be accusatory, but it's not: Jedao's tone is all grace. Whatever Eiffel's reasons for holding back -

"I should've remembered that."

Eiffel grimaces into Jedao's collar. He doesn't like that too-cool, too-polite tone because he knows it means he's hiding what he's actually feeling, he knows that on a gut level.

"You wouldn't have been in that spot if I didn't get wasted, man," he mumbles, tightening his grip. "And I do wanna kiss you. I'm just... scared, I guess. And now I'm scared that I hurt you by doing it like that instead of just manning up and doing it anyway."

See, he doesn't need katydos for candour! He just needs to get over himself!

It's not his fault Eiffel was drunk, but it wasn't his fault Kujen messed with Dhanneth's mind, either. And both times, he knew. Knew and should've known better.

That is a caliber of shit he does not want to put on Eiffel while he has a terrible headache and they are still next to a bucket of vomit.

"If you still want to, then you didn't hurt me." Some might say it doesn't work retroactively like that, but causal temporal logic is for the narrow-minded. "I just -" He swallows. "I just don't want to be....a mistake you made. That's all."

That hesitation fans the guilty spark in Eiffel's chest to a righteous inferno, and he jerks himself upright with a sharp--

"Hey! You're not--"

Oh that much movement was a mistake, and he claws for his bucket briefly so more alcohol can be voided from his system.

Jedao rubs his back gently.

"Okay. Maybe worry about my tender feelings when you're all done being poisoned, huhn?"

His throat hurts. His head hurts. His everything hurts and he just wants to have a nap.

He gives a big dramatic groan and lets himself flop into Jedao's lap.

"Can you keep petting me?" he whimpers, completely pathetic and Sad.

"As long as you want," Jedao promises, curling over to drop a shy, tiny kiss on Eiffel's temple before stroking his hair again.

His hand finds Jedao's knee to gives him a squeeze and a soft smile, and he lets the soft patting lull him into a nice, easy doze.

Jedao tries to have faith in that brief, aborted, vehement denial. Really, it's easier to just shunt his worries to one side. Eiffel asked for comfort, in a way Jedao very much enjoys giving it, and he's not going to let himself ruin it by fretting. He doesn't doze but he zones out, or at least zones away, back into the meditative world of repetition and sensation, until a shift under his hands brings him back to a keener moment-to-moment awareness.

"How do you feel about taking some of the aspirin now?" Jedao asks a while later, after Eiffel's breathing changes again, drifting back towards wakefulness.

Edited 2023-06-22 05:22 (UTC)

Well, he doesn't feel worse after a nap. Definitely more dehydrated, and when he tries to speak all that comes out is a claggy sort of croak, before he makes an attempt to clear it.

And then just sits up on one elbow so he can take the bottle of water back and knocks half of it back to clear his throat.

"Where's the Tylenol?" He's still hoarse, but understandable now!

Jedao leans over to swipe the pill bottle from where Gonou left it and pass it over.

"Here."

He takes the bottle with a quiet "Thanks," fumbles the cap off, and with clearly practised ease, shakes a few into his palm and throws them all back in one hit, before he grabs his water to wash them down.

"I'm gonna feel like garbage for like, a couple of days," he warns Jedao. "Haven't gotten that plastered since before I was on the Hephaestus."

"You want to go collapse on your own bed? And I'll bring you bacon later?"

He has not forgotten the reaction he got for that before.

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