Reid Garwin (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
letsdropin) wrote2010-07-19 03:08 pm
letsdropin) wrote2010-07-19 03:08 pm
Conversations of heartache
ooc: Girls/Divergence 'verse, where Reid and their_babyboy go to grad school at different places.
Tyler's mun: (Heh. Man. That first night, he'll call Tyler, won't he?)
Reid's mun: (Oh yes. Which may be his third call in 24 hours.)
Tyler's mun: Tyler will be .. mph. Glad. *sighs, pets them*
And all "So, how'd day one go?"
"Long. Most of it. Yours?" He wants to chatter. And his throat is too tight to say almost anything at all
"Long. Boring. Orientation stuff." He knows the feeling but he's always been the baby of the group and he's trying not to be the baby about this.
Swallows. Then rolls his eyes at himself, a little. "What's the campus like?"
"Pretty big, kinda surprising. It's all very, um. I think they redid it or something, it's all square and chrome and uniform. Not like Harvard at all"
Smile in his voice. "Figures that the one barely not doing classical studies will end up in the most modern location."
He can't help but smile back. "Not my fault it had the best programs. How's yours?"
"Kind of small." And he couldn't explain how good that smile sounds. "Not quite cramped together, but the grad parts almost seem to be. But I've heard rumors that there are nice parks around. Will go to explore for a morning run, one of these days."
And that just gives him a visual that actually almost brings tears to his eyes, his blondie, out for a morning run in Ipswich... "Yeah, you'll have to tell me about that..." he manages. With a straight face.
"Of course I will." Unconditional, unhesitating. "Even if it turns out to be all smoke and mirrors. I mean, not the first place where people exaggerate the beauties of their home's locale." Did catch the... slight intake of breath, and switched to automatic blabber.
Automatic blabbber makes Tyler smile. His buddy, yep, that's him. "Uh-huh. We'll see, maybe whenever I get a break or something."
"Oh, yes, please!" Fervently, automatically.
"Isn't that what you said the other night?" Making it lewd so he doesn't break down.
Smirks. "Your point?"
Cracks up. God he misses his friend. "Uh-huh."
Grins a bit at that sound, goooood, yeah. Enough that he's talking curled in on himself, but it's so damn good to even hear his voice. "... hey, you know that grass-green shirt you were wearing, um. Last weekend? Just letting you know that I might have borrowed it. Might swap, when we're home again." Totally steady tone, usual teasing on the subject-like.
"... Okay, I was wondering if I'd gone crazy or just..." Oh damn, he's missed this, he's missed this so much. "Right, that's okay, I'll just have to raid your clothes for anything nifty you might have picked up."
"Anytime, baby boy. My closet-- uh. Wardrobe, here. Always open for you."
"That's only so I can do your laundry."
"... since when are you doing MY laundry?" A beat, and he adds, almost reluctantly. "Make sure you do yours, anyway."
Faint/sad smile. "Since I had to start doing my own."
"I'll have to go through your clothes for bleach stains, won't I." Teasing. God, teasing.
"... SHADDUP." Laughing softly. The sad thing is it's probably true, but teasing, god he's missed teasing. "I can do laundry. It's not that hard."
"Hmph. That'd be like admitting you've grown up or something. Out of the question."
"Bitch. I've totally grown up. I'm a big boy now." Smirk.
"... Oh, my, Ty, such language." A beat. "But you are a big, big boy."
"Yeah, you like it when I'm a big, big boy." Leer. Smirk. Hiding the ache.
"Yeah, well, put yourself in my position. ... wait, better don't. Just think of how you like me being a big boy."
"Ohhhh, I do like you being a big boy."
"Oh good. I might've pouted otherwise. And told you about it, since you can't see it over the phone. Like, quiet for a little bit, and then telling you, 'I'm pouting now.'"
... Cracking up. "Awww!" Because. Really. That's so frikkin' adorable. He misses his Reid so much.
"See? Phone can be a perfectly adequate device, if used correctly." A beat. Two beats. "Adequate for communication, I mean."
".. I can't possibly say what I was just thinking there."
Sniiickers. "I kinda don't think you have to. I mean, I've trained you, I know where your thoughts would be going."
"Not trained! ... your phone's set to vibrate, isn't it."
"No? Damn. ... and of course it is."
their_babyboy go to grad school at different places. Tyler's mun: (Heh. Man. That first night, he'll call Tyler, won't he?)
Reid's mun: (Oh yes. Which may be his third call in 24 hours.)
Tyler's mun: Tyler will be .. mph. Glad. *sighs, pets them*
And all "So, how'd day one go?"
"Long. Most of it. Yours?" He wants to chatter. And his throat is too tight to say almost anything at all
"Long. Boring. Orientation stuff." He knows the feeling but he's always been the baby of the group and he's trying not to be the baby about this.
Swallows. Then rolls his eyes at himself, a little. "What's the campus like?"
"Pretty big, kinda surprising. It's all very, um. I think they redid it or something, it's all square and chrome and uniform. Not like Harvard at all"
Smile in his voice. "Figures that the one barely not doing classical studies will end up in the most modern location."
He can't help but smile back. "Not my fault it had the best programs. How's yours?"
"Kind of small." And he couldn't explain how good that smile sounds. "Not quite cramped together, but the grad parts almost seem to be. But I've heard rumors that there are nice parks around. Will go to explore for a morning run, one of these days."
And that just gives him a visual that actually almost brings tears to his eyes, his blondie, out for a morning run in Ipswich... "Yeah, you'll have to tell me about that..." he manages. With a straight face.
"Of course I will." Unconditional, unhesitating. "Even if it turns out to be all smoke and mirrors. I mean, not the first place where people exaggerate the beauties of their home's locale." Did catch the... slight intake of breath, and switched to automatic blabber.
Automatic blabbber makes Tyler smile. His buddy, yep, that's him. "Uh-huh. We'll see, maybe whenever I get a break or something."
"Oh, yes, please!" Fervently, automatically.
"Isn't that what you said the other night?" Making it lewd so he doesn't break down.
Smirks. "Your point?"
Cracks up. God he misses his friend. "Uh-huh."
Grins a bit at that sound, goooood, yeah. Enough that he's talking curled in on himself, but it's so damn good to even hear his voice. "... hey, you know that grass-green shirt you were wearing, um. Last weekend? Just letting you know that I might have borrowed it. Might swap, when we're home again." Totally steady tone, usual teasing on the subject-like.
"... Okay, I was wondering if I'd gone crazy or just..." Oh damn, he's missed this, he's missed this so much. "Right, that's okay, I'll just have to raid your clothes for anything nifty you might have picked up."
"Anytime, baby boy. My closet-- uh. Wardrobe, here. Always open for you."
"That's only so I can do your laundry."
"... since when are you doing MY laundry?" A beat, and he adds, almost reluctantly. "Make sure you do yours, anyway."
Faint/sad smile. "Since I had to start doing my own."
"I'll have to go through your clothes for bleach stains, won't I." Teasing. God, teasing.
"... SHADDUP." Laughing softly. The sad thing is it's probably true, but teasing, god he's missed teasing. "I can do laundry. It's not that hard."
"Hmph. That'd be like admitting you've grown up or something. Out of the question."
"Bitch. I've totally grown up. I'm a big boy now." Smirk.
"... Oh, my, Ty, such language." A beat. "But you are a big, big boy."
"Yeah, you like it when I'm a big, big boy." Leer. Smirk. Hiding the ache.
"Yeah, well, put yourself in my position. ... wait, better don't. Just think of how you like me being a big boy."
"Ohhhh, I do like you being a big boy."
"Oh good. I might've pouted otherwise. And told you about it, since you can't see it over the phone. Like, quiet for a little bit, and then telling you, 'I'm pouting now.'"
... Cracking up. "Awww!" Because. Really. That's so frikkin' adorable. He misses his Reid so much.
"See? Phone can be a perfectly adequate device, if used correctly." A beat. Two beats. "Adequate for communication, I mean."
".. I can't possibly say what I was just thinking there."
Sniiickers. "I kinda don't think you have to. I mean, I've trained you, I know where your thoughts would be going."
"Not trained! ... your phone's set to vibrate, isn't it."
"No? Damn. ... and of course it is."