Just a Touch

                  “That’s right— I didn’t bring you here because I’m dying.                      I brought you here because I just really, really want to                      have sex with you and I’m this awkward about it. Makes                      perfect sense. I can totally see the logic behind that.”

                     "What, I'm supposed to believe that you're                        not awkward when you want to sleep with                        someone? Not for a minute. You haven't                        got it in you to be smooth, pretty boy," Salem                        answered. "Rich doesn't automatically                        mean you've got game. It just makes people                        pretend you do."

              “You look like those sunglasses are too expensive for you. Tell me, did you take them from my big brother?” Of course he kept up with the news like anyone else, and the news included the fact that his brother was dating a guy. Gabriel couldn’t say he was surprised— Harry had always seemed a little gay. 

                           He might have wondered about whether or not                            Harry had siblings if he hadn't already looked                            him up. Besides, this man had said 'older' brother.                            Harry was only twenty-one. This guy was o l d .

(☾☆) — Rosemary glanced down to his shirt and noted that they shared a similar habit. She only did that when she was nervous. Could he feel that way right now? She bit down on her lip and then shrugged. If she was to be honest it still didn’t make much sense. ❝It’s not a real relationship then?❞ 

           "So that was obvious then? ... I'm             going to ask you to keep that just             between the two of us, if you don't             mind."

                                          A slow blink.                              This is odd for Rain. Usually, by now, she would have gotten                              at least a handful of questions about her skin and what had                              caused it. Already, she had loaded her usual lie about dying                              of a horrible skin disease on her lips. Instead, he was treating                              her as if she were                                                                                normal.

                 "Salem, by the way. And you are?"

                  “Right, that is definitely it. I secretly have the hots                      for you. That’s why I’m keeping you around.”

                 "Well that's been obvious since day one," Salem                   answered. It didn't take quite so much effort to                   be himself now that they were talking. "I mean,                   survival? Pff. What kind of bullshit reason is that?                   An obvious lie."

               This street has never been closed before, even when                     construction was being done on it a couple of month                      previous. The pavement had been torn up and the                     sidewalks had been redone, but it still stayed open. It                     makes him wonder why they decided to close it.

                              He was only lying a little bit. Not enough to count.

   ”If you could have any superpower, what would it be?”

                              " -- Invisibility always sounded cool. Probably                                 just because I'm lazy and I could definitely                                 ditch whenever somebody wanted to ask me                                 to do something. Yeah. Yeah, I'm going with                                 invisibility for sure."

                      “—That sounds much more like you.”

                                              As soon as it crossed his mind, his grin faded                                               slightly and he moved his hand back to Harry's                                               shoulder instead. That was enough of that.

          “ How’d you find out? ”

                              He's relieved that she doesn't bother to                               question him on it. It isn't as if he's in a                               situation that he can freely explain. He                               couldn't talk about it to anyone he knew,                               so he'd taken to talking to strangers. The                               fact that she'd gone along with it pleased                               him, and he immediately took up the tone                               he would have used with an old friend.

          ” …. I hardly think drinking something is going to grow you wings.             Even if it did work, it seems to me that it would work on a much             slower level. You want wings, you’re going to have to try some…                                        other manner of achieving them. “

                               He doesn't so much as bat an eyelash                                at her appearance. As far as mutations                                go, he's seen stranger. He could only                                assume it was a mutation -- but what                                 other reason could there be? Very, very                                good stage make-up, maybe, but he                                doesn't think anyone would just walk                                around that way, if it were.

(☾☆) —The pint sized woman furrows her brow once he presents her with his dilemma. She blinks a few times, wondering if she perhaps misheard him. She didn’t think so though so she did her best to respond. ❝Is that a good thing though? I mean, if you’re a boy and your boyfriend likes boys? I’d find it more odd if he didn’t.❞ Shortly after speaking she began to rub her temple. This was making her head hurt.

                              "Yeah, you'd think so. It's a complicated situation,                                 I guess. We don't know each other all that well.                                 You could say it's a -- a union of convenience?"

                   The young heir hardly noticed when the door opened, and                     so the hand on his shoulder— the sudden strength in his                     body— caused him to gasp lightly. "—Salem. You’re so quiet,”                     he said, a small smile on his lips. "It’s a nice change, really,                     but I can’t say I’m not concerned.” Normally Salem had                      something snarky to say almost every time he was in Harry’s                     presence.Today was different— today he felt so tense.

                                   It was a good show of himself. If Harry                                    prodded him, he'd say he was just tired                                    from the tests, but to be honest, he hoped                                    to avoid the conversation. The bruises on                                    his chest and stomach still ached, and he                                    didn't want to think about them. Instead he                                    would rather have a distraction. Anything,                                    really. Without explanation, he slid his hand                                    up to toy idly with the other's hair.

                    ❝    Well, that’s easy for you to say I guess…                     Then again, I have nowhere to be, actually…                     I just prefer to avoid sketchy places, and no                    offence but this looks like Sketchyville, capital                    of the United States of Sketch❞

               "I mean, sure, it looks shady, but there                 isn't anyone out here but me. Unless                 you think I'm shady?"

     Logan could detect a slight hint of annoyance from the other. “And I’ve stepped in to your place of occupancy.” For a moment she returned to silence before finally giving him a look of frustration,”To be honest, it wasn’t my plans to be here. I woke up—“She pointed towards a dark and musty corner,”There—and I can’t remember where I was to begin with.” 

                          He couldn't imagine that anyone would                           lie about that. It would be a terrible lie,                           after all. Who would have believed it?                           It was too weird of a story to actually be                           untrue -- and he did have to admit that                           his house at least looked like an ideal                           place to dump a body.

             ” I do not know who is your friend you’re             mentioning, but I advice you to stop drinking             these — it may not give you wings, yet I’m             afraid it’ll do far worse things. “ 

           "You think it'll do something? Like             what? It's an energy drink, it's not             like it's bad for you or anything. I             think, anyway. I don't really know             anything about these labels."