Still, Asher's heart begins to race, some of his old anxieties flooding back. Some of it can be attributed to Connor's good old fashioned snark, a reminder of the world he had seemingly left behind, all too fresh in the law student's memory.]
You're practically the poster child for straight dude bros. In what universe am I not supposed to care when you start going for the d?
[What he doesn't realize is that when Asher says care he doesn't mean in the casual way of rubberneckers; he means genuinely caring for what goes on in his life. Connor nearly forgets that, not so long ago at all, he couldn't have cared less what Asher did or what happened to him: back then he had merely been competition, a potential rival that Connor did not even take too seriously.]
[There is a delay on his end, hesitation spurned by confusion. He only now realizes that this must have been what Oliver felt like to some degree, although this is different.
Connor had recognized him too, and for a brief moment, when they had met in person... The look in the other's eyes seemed to imply that maybe, finally, they had become friends.]
well, i'm not
[Unfortunately, it had lasted only for a split second.]
[It is because he finally regards Asher as a friend that he bothers to message him at all. No friendship, however, is enough to quell his pettiness: he wants to be happy for Asher, but he can't help but think it absurd that Asher has landed himself a boyfriend when he himself is tragically single.]
Yeah I'm pretty sure that having a bf gets you kicked out of club hetero.
Relax, will you? I'm on your team. But you can't blame me for being surprised by this.
[Asher doesn't understand Connor's definition of friendship, or the idea that they are friends at all.]
i'm not gay, bro
[He feels the need to make that distinction, not because he's afraid of the word or even using it in reference to himself anymore, but it just doesn't seem right.]
Anyway I just meant that I'm here for you. Seriously I'm the last person who will look at you any differently for this. So congrats on finding your way out of the closet. I mean, you were so far back in there you were practically in Narnia, so I imagine it was a journey.
[Their friendship may have started on rocky ground, and may have grown out of necessity rather than any natural propensity either had for the other, but he does genuinely care for Asher. And although it has been a long while, he can still remember what it was like to struggle with his identity, to make sense of the pieces he had ended up with.]
[Asher is dumfounded when he receives the response, which is warmer and far more supportive than anything he would have expected from the so-called competition. The words may be laced with Connor Walsh's familiar brand of sarcasm, but they are oddly friendly all the same. If that's the case, then perhaps Oliver was right.
Maybe they do accept him for all that he is, eventually.]
Thanks.
[The text changes following his change of heart, and suddenly he begins to worry.
Connor arrived on the tail-end of a particularly harrowing mission, and while it didn't shake him to the degree that Woodhurst did, it was tedious. Not to mention, the sight of George's death couldn't have been an easy thing to stomach, especially fresh off the... Time machine, or whatever.]
It's not easy around here for people like us, but...
I can't say I hate it.
[He bites his lip. If Connor wants to inquire about his personal life, he's welcome to.]
What about you, though?
How're you holdin' up? You seemed pretty spooked the last time I saw ya.
[He winces, remembering what a basket case he had been that night by the hot springs. Although he isn't any more on board with the task at hand, he has at least gotten his bearings enough that he can function as well as he had back home: and now just like then it is only superficial, while on the inside he drowns.]
Let's just say I never thought I'd be so relieved to be back at this stupid castle.
[He wasn't quite done digging into Asher's love life, and if he can avoid being honest about himself then that is all the more incentive to heckle him further.]
And yeah things usually suck a lot less when you've got a cute guy to bone.
[The watery grave your heart makes in situations like these, Asher knows it well. He's been there and around the block, surrounded by happy couples and supposedly stable people, feeling lost and small amidst an array of fantastic individuals.
Sorry, no, I must have missed the guy with the "Hello, my name is Asher's boyfriend" name tag slapped on his chest. Or did you get him one of those shirts that says "Property of Asher Millstone"?
[It takes him a moment, but he soon connects Asher's words to the asshole he had encountered in the labyrinth. If they were speaking in person, Asher would see the way his expression flattens in an instant.]
You have got to be kidding me. THAT asshole? I haul my ass through a freaky alien maze to bring him food and what does he do? Calls me a muppet and bitches me out over NOTHING.
( text ) un: wtfwhocares | when they return to oska
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[That's it. The comeback ends here.]
that happens 2 b none of ya
none of ya effin BIDNESS, yo!!!!!!
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I knew you were obsessed with gay sex but I didn't think you'd actually go for a test drive. How is it driving stick?
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fine i guess wh y
[Somehow, this shouldn't be surprising.
Still, Asher's heart begins to race, some of his old anxieties flooding back. Some of it can be attributed to Connor's good old fashioned snark, a reminder of the world he had seemingly left behind, all too fresh in the law student's memory.]
and why do you care who i bone, all of a sudden?
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[What he doesn't realize is that when Asher says care he doesn't mean in the casual way of rubberneckers; he means genuinely caring for what goes on in his life. Connor nearly forgets that, not so long ago at all, he couldn't have cared less what Asher did or what happened to him: back then he had merely been competition, a potential rival that Connor did not even take too seriously.]
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Connor had recognized him too, and for a brief moment, when they had met in person... The look in the other's eyes seemed to imply that maybe, finally, they had become friends.]
well, i'm not
[Unfortunately, it had lasted only for a split second.]
straight
i mean
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Yeah I'm pretty sure that having a bf gets you kicked out of club hetero.
Relax, will you? I'm on your team. But you can't blame me for being surprised by this.
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i'm not gay, bro
[He feels the need to make that distinction, not because he's afraid of the word or even using it in reference to himself anymore, but it just doesn't seem right.]
i like girls too i just
happen to be seeing a dude, right about now
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Anyway I just meant that I'm here for you. Seriously I'm the last person who will look at you any differently for this. So congrats on finding your way out of the closet. I mean, you were so far back in there you were practically in Narnia, so I imagine it was a journey.
[Their friendship may have started on rocky ground, and may have grown out of necessity rather than any natural propensity either had for the other, but he does genuinely care for Asher. And although it has been a long while, he can still remember what it was like to struggle with his identity, to make sense of the pieces he had ended up with.]
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Maybe they do accept him for all that he is, eventually.]
Thanks.
[The text changes following his change of heart, and suddenly he begins to worry.
Connor arrived on the tail-end of a particularly harrowing mission, and while it didn't shake him to the degree that Woodhurst did, it was tedious. Not to mention, the sight of George's death couldn't have been an easy thing to stomach, especially fresh off the... Time machine, or whatever.]
It's not easy around here for people like us, but...
I can't say I hate it.
[He bites his lip. If Connor wants to inquire about his personal life, he's welcome to.]
What about you, though?
How're you holdin' up? You seemed pretty spooked the last time I saw ya.
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Let's just say I never thought I'd be so relieved to be back at this stupid castle.
[He wasn't quite done digging into Asher's love life, and if he can avoid being honest about himself then that is all the more incentive to heckle him further.]
And yeah things usually suck a lot less when you've got a cute guy to bone.
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Unfortunately, he's also easily distracted.]
Oh, he's cute alright.
You seen him?
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You ever run into a guy named Kung Jin?
[then again his bf is a rude bitch so lol... he doesn't necessarily introduce himself properly 2 everybody]
He's an Asian dude with a ponytail, freckles, and one killer ass bod... 'Bout as tall as me?
[He almost misses the most important piece of information:]
Kinda mean-spirited?
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You have got to be kidding me. THAT asshole? I haul my ass through a freaky alien maze to bring him food and what does he do? Calls me a muppet and bitches me out over NOTHING.
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oh god, oh my gOD I aM
[Breathe in, breathe out.
Asher has gotten used to apologizing on Jin's behalf.]
I'm so sorry, he gets like that when things are, you know
[Please, don't trivialize the offense here-]
totez cray
[No...]
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At least I can see how he might have had a hand in your great gay awakening.
Sorry, bi awakening.
1/3 pause for momentary brain blip
2/3
3/3 ASHER WILLIAM MILLSTONE DON'T ASK THIS FUCKIN QUESTION
jfc
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[Hundred.]
this is #problematic im sorry
or 200? lolololol
[u... r one 2 talk]
smh
So you have to tell me. How is he in bed? Do you ever get him to shut up or do you not mind it when he's noisy?
[So kill him, he's curious. But god, he cannot believe he has having this conversation with Asher freakin' Millstone.]
I DIDN'T THINK THIS COULD GET EVEN W OR SE
I'M SCREAMING
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