[ Okay, so this entire situation was one he'd gotten himself into. He'd gone and got drunk and lost his memory, probably in that order but possibly in the opposite order, you could never tell. Then he'd fallen in love with his partner, or been helpless to it bubbling to the surface despite the memory block and he'd gone ahead and kissed him.
It had been a good kiss, but also awful; emotionally compromising and far too short. If only Ray had kissed him back. Maybe it was a Romeo and Juliet thing--only true love's kiss could end his suffering. Ugh, but that was pathetic. Real life wasn't Romeo and Juliet.
Then again real life wasn't being found in the park with a mouthful of duck feathers, losing ones memory and thinking you were a washed up actor called Geoff either, so on balance...
He sighed, maybe a little too dramatically, then crept closer again, taking little shuffling steps. He sat back down beside Ray on the bed, pulling his knees up to his chest and wrapping his arms around them, looking more than anything like he didn't want to let anyone into his bubble, though the opposite was still true. ]
It's still dark. [ He protested. And then: ] Maybe--maybe your first plan doesn't sound like such a dreadful idea after all. We could just lie here and wait for morning.
[ We, he said, as though he had no intention of lying down and giving it a shot unless Ray was here with him. It was Ray's bed, but more than that - not knowing who he really was - the idea of being alone was actually something rather frightening. He didn't want to go back to the clinic, which meant he depended on Ray entirely to ensure he didn't get found in the park chasing ducks again. If he was a good friend, as Geoffrey suspected he might be, he wouldn't allow that to happen, no matter what it cost. ]
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It had been a good kiss, but also awful; emotionally compromising and far too short. If only Ray had kissed him back. Maybe it was a Romeo and Juliet thing--only true love's kiss could end his suffering. Ugh, but that was pathetic. Real life wasn't Romeo and Juliet.
Then again real life wasn't being found in the park with a mouthful of duck feathers, losing ones memory and thinking you were a washed up actor called Geoff either, so on balance...
He sighed, maybe a little too dramatically, then crept closer again, taking little shuffling steps. He sat back down beside Ray on the bed, pulling his knees up to his chest and wrapping his arms around them, looking more than anything like he didn't want to let anyone into his bubble, though the opposite was still true. ]
It's still dark. [ He protested. And then: ] Maybe--maybe your first plan doesn't sound like such a dreadful idea after all. We could just lie here and wait for morning.
[ We, he said, as though he had no intention of lying down and giving it a shot unless Ray was here with him. It was Ray's bed, but more than that - not knowing who he really was - the idea of being alone was actually something rather frightening. He didn't want to go back to the clinic, which meant he depended on Ray entirely to ensure he didn't get found in the park chasing ducks again. If he was a good friend, as Geoffrey suspected he might be, he wouldn't allow that to happen, no matter what it cost. ]
Can we try it, at least?