Yes that's exactly it
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sasha_featherI listened to the first part of Mobius today, by estefee, read by wihluta.
There was one bit that I wanted to post because, yeah. This is just exactly right, about chronic pain.
"I was—last night, when I wanted to go home..." John steeled himself to say it. "My hip was acting up, okay? And sometimes when it's like that, it's all I can think about. Like there isn't room in my head for anything except, you know, ow. And I can be a dick when I'm like that, and I didn't want to be a dick to you."
"Oh. Well, you could have said something." Rodney crossed his arms, pushing John back a little. "I thought you were already—often people tire of my company," he finished formally.
"Jesus, no. No, Rodney—" And in spite of all the customers and Sandi looking on, John kissed him, trapping him against the counter until Rodney melted into him.
"Okay," Rodney said, cheeks flushed.
"Okay?"
"Yes. But in future, I'd appreciate it if you would come clean a little sooner."
"Yeah, I know, it's just...it's hard to talk about."
"Why?"
John could see how Rodney would be confused. He'd often used the mathpuzzlers list to complain about his tendinitis or his hypoglycemia or his horrible allergies, and John had always winced at seeing Doubledoc being so honest about things. Rodney just didn't get how, to John, it was exposing something, leaving him open to attack.
"It's a mind-set," was all John said. "But I'll do better."
There was one bit that I wanted to post because, yeah. This is just exactly right, about chronic pain.
"I was—last night, when I wanted to go home..." John steeled himself to say it. "My hip was acting up, okay? And sometimes when it's like that, it's all I can think about. Like there isn't room in my head for anything except, you know, ow. And I can be a dick when I'm like that, and I didn't want to be a dick to you."
"Oh. Well, you could have said something." Rodney crossed his arms, pushing John back a little. "I thought you were already—often people tire of my company," he finished formally.
"Jesus, no. No, Rodney—" And in spite of all the customers and Sandi looking on, John kissed him, trapping him against the counter until Rodney melted into him.
"Okay," Rodney said, cheeks flushed.
"Okay?"
"Yes. But in future, I'd appreciate it if you would come clean a little sooner."
"Yeah, I know, it's just...it's hard to talk about."
"Why?"
John could see how Rodney would be confused. He'd often used the mathpuzzlers list to complain about his tendinitis or his hypoglycemia or his horrible allergies, and John had always winced at seeing Doubledoc being so honest about things. Rodney just didn't get how, to John, it was exposing something, leaving him open to attack.
"It's a mind-set," was all John said. "But I'll do better."
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