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[never_very_good]

[ UNEXPECTED VIDEO! | MEMORY THEATER ]

[Unlike most of the dirty laundry the curses air on days like these, this video takes place right here in the City-- specifically, the men's shower at the hospital. Here, among the haze of steam, two men are pressed against one another in one of the stalls, bare-chested, water-slick, and unaware they're being filmed-- or, perhaps, indifferent.

Frankie Dalton, expression a bit glazed, lifts his chin as Robert Chase leans against his chest, swaying slightly as he murmurs something that doesn't rise above the beating hiss of the water.

Slowly, leaning into Frankie's arm, the doctor sinks to his knees.

And that is where this video ends.]

Comments

[never_very_good]

'M not that bad off. Promise.

Could be lots worse.

[eiremagic]

You're mine.

It matters.

[never_very_good]

[He just smiles, slightly, and leans back into her.]

[eiremagic]

I can talk to Chase.

[never_very_good]

If you want. Bet he'll be yelling on the Network anyway.

[eiremagic]

I don't think so.

[never_very_good]

Think I have a chance of convincing the City nothing happened?

[eiremagic]

No.

[She goes to sit next to him]

Half the City'll be asking me what happened, you know.

[never_very_good]

[He's going to lean on her, partly because it's cold.]

That's what I'm sorry about.

[eiremagic]

I put it up once meself, remember?

[never_very_good]

Little bit different. You were pissed.

[eiremagic]

But I can handle the questions.

[never_very_good]

Doesn't mean I have to like it.

[eiremagic]

We can walk home, cara.

[never_very_good]

[He shifts to get up, but not before bumping her shoulder with his own, and offering his hand when he does stand. Since he's not working, he's wearing his ring today.]

[eiremagic]

[She takes his hand, and their rings click together]

You should have stayed home, I could have started your day with a blowjob.

[never_very_good]

[He laughs a bit.]

I'll remember for next time. [A pause, he's still grinning.] Wish I knew what I did to deserve you.

[eiremagic]

Put up with me?

[never_very_good]

Nah. Too easy.

[eiremagic]

You're the only one who thinks so.

[never_very_good]

Doesn't matter what anyone else thinks.

[eiremagic]

[She tugs on his hand as they walk]

Well, it matters what I think.

[never_very_good]

[Arguing with that seems kind of counterproductive, so he just squeezes her hand in return.]

[eiremagic]

I can kick anyone's arse who gives you shite for this.

[never_very_good]

Don't worry about it. I can manage.