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Adam glared back at Elliott’s pleasantly curious expression. Exasperated, and in need of a change of clothes, Adam strode wordlessly past Elliott into the bedroom.

By the time Elliott joined him, Adam had grabbed a towel and was mopping vainly at his hair.

“Someone thought the appropriate reaction to this-” Adam paused to hold out his arm, showing off the lightly singed cuff and small hole in the fabric. “Was to dump an entire bucket of paint-water over my head! A small hole I could fix, but this?!” Adam growled, gesturing to himself and the splotchy stains of mysterious colors all over his shirt and pants.

“There’s no way this is washing out.” Adam threw the towel into the hamper and pulled his shirt over his head, holding it out in front of himself to survey the damage.

“Dammit...” he pouted, “I liked this shirt...”

“One time!” Adam yelped, turning around to glare at Elliott. “I swear. One time. It wasn’t even a ‘fire’ either!”

“It was just a- I burned a hole in my sleeve! There wasn’t a fire, just ruining one of my favorite shirts!… That’s it!” Adam huffed, the various other students around the room glancing from their work to Adam then at each other, disbelief on their faces strong enough to rival the amused smugness on Elliott’s.

“Alright. Nope. That’s it.” Pulling his work gloves off, Adam turned to face Elliott properly. “You think it’s so easy to bind plastics together without damaging yourself or your clothes, you do it,” he dared, holding out his gloves for the other man to take. “Lighters and supplies are in the cabinet, if you need them.”

“You think I don’t know that?!” Jake snarled, throwing Marley’s consoling hand off of his shoulder.

“Look just...” Jake trailed off, fists clenched as he stared angrily at the wall beside them. “I know. I care about him. I do. I just- I don’t know how to- I want to- But I’m not gay. And I don’t want to hurt him, but I don’t know how- I don’t know how not to when I can’t do anything, because this isn’t me. I’m not- I’m not gay...”Jake said, sadly, quietly.

When Marley’s hand returned to his shoulder this time, Jake fell into it, accepting the quiet strength from the young woman at his side. He didn’t know what he was doing. He just knew what he wanted and who he was weren’t matching up, and it was hurting him and his best friend.

Adam: Oh... Cooper. I /know/ I’m not the only one who would stay up with you, but alright. I’m on my way. You rest up.Adam: What kind of sick is this? I’m gonna stop by the store on the way there, pick up some supplies.

Adam: Oh. Sorry about that.Adam: Oh god.... That’s right before we....Adam: God, I am SO, so sorry, cooper. I didn’t mean. Shit. I promise, I’ll make sure my phone is off before well... the pants come off.Adam: I’m so sorry you had to listen to... yeah. That. sorry. I’ll just... yeah.

Kurt stared down at Sebastian, brow raised skeptically. The other man was sat in the middle of his apartment floor, surrounded by duplos and action figures and toy cars, looking up with a stupidly cheeky grin on his face. Kurt sighed, rolling his eyes.

“You’re hopeless, you know that, right?” Kurt asked, kicking aside enough toys to make a space for himself next to Sebastian. “But, you’re not so bad looking from down here either,” he said, leaning in for a swift kiss before redirecting their focus back to Liam and Alice for more playtime.

[text] *~X~* YES! *~X~*[text] But seriously, it’s been /weeks/. I know we see each other pretty much every day I just... kinda miss it.[text] I guess it’s silly, we don’t have to do it if  you’re not interested.[text] Just forget I asked. Water under the bridge.

Jake scoffed, rolling his eyes at his phone before typing out a reply.

[text] Pretty sure that’s not how it works.[text] Also pretty sure, if you tried to pull that on anyone with /actual/ medical experience, they’d just get stupid offended.[text] So, don’t. If you want my advice. Or not. You know, ignore it. See what happens.