#killer-boredom

          “Is…is that a thing people like?” Sam asked, more than a little bit perplexed. It wasn’t often, but every now and again Dandy would come up with some phrase he hadn’t heard before, and god, it made him feel old. “I mean…I guess I know people like everything. Death by leg seems kinda final though…”

          Sam shook his head, an almost embarrassed smile on his face as he pushed the cap’s white pompom away from his nose. “Aww…you probably say that to every fat guy in a red hat,” he teased, though it was becoming increasingly apparent that the red wasn’t just on the hat but also playing across his cheeks. He’d been trying to get more into the holiday spirit, so he’d thought the hat was a good place to start. Dandy had been the one to suggest the plaid briefs and the candy cane striped socks. Sam had felt a bit ridiculous when he’d looked at himself in the mirror, but his boyfriend did seem genuinely enthusiastic about the uh…ensemble. “Eh…” he continued, looking at himself in the mirror again. “Alright, maybe I’m a little cute. Like…a smidge cute. A smidgen…how big’s a smidgen anyway?”

          Sam paused, pressing his tongue to the roof of his mouth and wrinkling his nose a moment as he thought. Not because he didn’t know the answer to the question but more because of the question itself. They didn’t often ask each other personal questions, so this felt more than a little from left field. “Nah, never,” the man replied, leaning against the newly installed kitchen counters. “Why? Not gettin’ any ideas now are ya, kiddo?”

          His brow furrowed thoughtfully as he took in Dandy’s words. In some other life he would have thought the sentiment melodramatic and maybe even a bit silly, but now, it was a familiar description. He too could remember the blankness and the emptiness, the void which Dandy described. Even now in this bright, pastel, room he could still feel it at the corners of his vision, just waiting to peak out whenever there was an opportunity. The Clown was keeping it at bay for now, focusing his thoughts on the young man that sat beside him on the prickly fake grass in the middle of the playroom floor. Cautiously, he put a heavy palm on the other’s shoulder, a small show of solidarity. He understood, and he wanted Dandy to know…

          “I…I don’t think it’s an awful idea,” Sam replied. He was doing his best to look Dandy in the eye, but his nerves were getting the better of him no matter how much he told himself to relax. It wasn’t that he didn’t think they could do this. He actually thought it could go pretty damn well, but he also didn’t want to be too pushy, too insistent. This was something the needed to decide on together. “I’ve always wanted to be a dad…not that that means you have to agree with me,” he continued, the last bit added quickly, worried he sounded like he was trying to guilt Dandy into this. “I just…I think we’d be good. I think we both have a lot to give a kid, ya know? I think they’d be real…real well-loved. If we did…if you wanted to…”

          He’d been lingering somewhere between asleep and awake, content to just listen the pleasant hum of activity outside his window when he heard soft footsteps beside the bed. Of course, there was hardly anything unusual about Dandy shuffling about the room this early in the morning, so he paid it little mind. It was actually quite soothing to hear someone else moving about the room…it was less soothing being suddenly jolted upward by springs. More than a little bewildered, he looked up at Dandy, wide eyed and curious. “It’s what now?” he asked, blinking a few times as if to bring the world back into focus. He’d actually completely forgotten what day it was. “Oh…oh! Right, it is my birthday isn’t it?” he continued with a soft smile. “I didn’t realize…it snuck up on me.”

          He’d never been much of a drinker, even less so when it came to wine, but Dandy had insisted they at least try and make a dent in the remaining supply he had stashed in his apartment. Much to his surprise, Sam found himself enjoying the things Dandy picked out. Probably because most of them had been fairly sweet. At some point in the evening they’re made their way to the couch, and Sam couldn’t quite remember the steps it had taken to get there. His cheeks had since become rosy and his head light, but over all it was a warm and pleasant sensation. He’d shut his eyes for a moment when he her the soft clink of glass on glass. Picking his head back up, he noticed Dandy, with hands steadier than Sam thought was entirely fair, was filling his glass with more wine from the bottle they were currently working on. Something French and expensive that he felt he didn’t have the tastebuds for, but he was past being picky. “Careful…” he said softly, fixing his gaze as squarely as he could on his apparently more sober companion. “I’m like most of that to be in my glass and not my lap.”

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