Yeah, but if he's going to be around and you're going to be around, it would be weird if you just avoided him for the rest of our lives.
[And he knows you're curious about hunting. He's not stupid. Ben may not want to do it - Ben never wants to know the feel of a shotgun in his hands again. But he can't stop Dickerson from doing what he does best and trying to investigate this new factor of their lives.]
[He knows a lot and he also trusts Sam not to let Dickerson get in over his head and get himself killed. Granted, this all hinges on Dickerson actually talking to Sam when the time for actual danger comes, but for now, in the beginning, it'll work out.]
[Ben snorts, but does as asked, shifting over so that Dickerson has space to fit next to him. Once the other man is settled, he drops down next to him and stares up at the ceiling.]
It seems like there's going to be a lot of fucking people.
[And part of him is a little nervous about that. About the connections to his father that he may not understand, like Cordelia.]
Yeah, but swanky small town is different than other small towns.
[Ben shakes his head.]
Elena's cool, so I'm sure it will be fine. I'm just ... nervous.
[It's also a big step that Dean is letting him in this way, instead of keeping him out on the outskirts. It is a big step, even if it may not feel like it to other people.]
You do you at parties, but you don't do parties. You do, gatherings. Groups. Hangs. And, hey, you're a great hang.
( He nods at that, sighing. )
What I hear is good. You wouldn't be nervous if it weren't. Or, you'd be nervous for the wrong reason.
( He lays there, a lopsided smile on his face. This is probably the first time in a long time he's felt this flutter in his heart, the soul in Ben's eyes, and the reminder that Ben looks like Ben. But, he doesn't know what to do with it, because Ben just knows him, but he's not going to bullshit.
[Ben turns to face him at the question, and for a moment he just studies him, trying to read between the lines and see what he's actually asking. Because there's what he thinks it is, and Ben willfully misreading it because of something that he wants and won't put words to.
Get closer. ( He waits for the subsequent amount of acceptable seconds before he stamps his addition. ) Move closer to. Shift. ( A soft, whispered, ) Damn it, Braeden, ( slips out before he does it for him and collides with his best friend, trying his lips on for size. if he were lying to himself, he wouldn't say this almost happened once or ten times, but honest or dishonest, he's also been one for the moment. maybe part of him wants to help release all this tension, but, really, he's just ready to let it all go. )
[For a moment, Ben responds like Dickerson may want him to. He kisses him back, because he isn't unfeeling, isn't saying that he hasn't had similar thoughts. But it lasts not even a minute before reality catches up, and his response turns into a hand on Dickerson's chest, pushing him back and trying to shove down the anger that is threatening to bubble up.]
[He pulls away, trying to give himself some distance because he can feel his anger rising, and he doesn't want to start yelling, because there's no telling who's on the other side of those walls.]
You pick now, when I'm already stressed enough about my dad and everything that's going on. Now's the time when you decide it might be a good idea to kiss me.
[He studies his friend's face, trying to see what exactly the end game was here.]
Yeah. Fundamentally changing our relationship will totally calm me down. What a good idea.
[That's sarcasm, for the record. He definitely does not think that this was a good idea.]
Jesus, man, it's like you don't -
[Listen. You don't listen to him, is what he wants to say. You won't let him sit in any kind of discomfort, even when it feels like that's what he needs to do. And the fact that he does this to calm him down, that he thinks that everything will just be fine only makes him angrier.]
Did you really think that you could just kiss me and everything would be fine? And nothing would change at all?
( No, he got it and he slips off the bed to stand, because, dude. )
What, I don't --
( Care? Know how to be a good friend? )
That everything would be fine? Ben, it didn't have to - ( He pauses, bringing down the volume, because, damn it. Why does he always follow his impulse. And he doesn't even mean what he was about to say, turning away, because he needs to - he doesn't know what he needs to do. ) I did what I wanted. And that's the problem. ( He nods to himself, finally facing him again. ) Look, I'm sorry for not thinking about you, because I thought I was thinking about you.
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[And he knows you're curious about hunting. He's not stupid. Ben may not want to do it - Ben never wants to know the feel of a shotgun in his hands again. But he can't stop Dickerson from doing what he does best and trying to investigate this new factor of their lives.]
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( Now he's just bullshitting them both, considering his immediate family is Dickerson's. And that he has the ulterior motive they both see. )
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[Yeah, he's going to call him on that. Not harshly, but just the kind of gentle reproach with someone who knows he's being lied to.]
I don't know who's feelings you're trying to spare here, but it's not working.
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( A ton of damn questions. )
My own questions, not. I'm not playing the protective best friend here. Just - being the best friend. If that's still cool.
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[He knows a lot and he also trusts Sam not to let Dickerson get in over his head and get himself killed. Granted, this all hinges on Dickerson actually talking to Sam when the time for actual danger comes, but for now, in the beginning, it'll work out.]
He knows a lot.
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( He needs to get some solid nap time in. )
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[Better to mix in when most of the people have shown versus being the weirdos who show up early.]
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( He's got to get some temporary shut-eye. He's gotta look his best as his shoulder support. And maybe to Q & A properly. )
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It seems like there's going to be a lot of fucking people.
[And part of him is a little nervous about that. About the connections to his father that he may not understand, like Cordelia.]
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Big guest list. You can stay close so it's only half as awkward. Anybody you're worried about in particular? You already got grandma time in.
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Elena's people seem a little ... upscale.
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( But, they are both a bit rough around the edges. )
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[Ben shakes his head.]
Elena's cool, so I'm sure it will be fine. I'm just ... nervous.
[It's also a big step that Dean is letting him in this way, instead of keeping him out on the outskirts. It is a big step, even if it may not feel like it to other people.]
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Only natural to be nervous. You don't always do great at parties. Or, go to parties.
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[He pauses, because how to explain this.]
He never really introduced us to his people before. He always kept us separate.
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( He nods at that, sighing. )
What I hear is good. You wouldn't be nervous if it weren't. Or, you'd be nervous for the wrong reason.
( He lays there, a lopsided smile on his face. This is probably the first time in a long time he's felt this flutter in his heart, the soul in Ben's eyes, and the reminder that Ben looks like Ben. But, he doesn't know what to do with it, because Ben just knows him, but he's not going to bullshit.
He's just - fuck - yeah, fine, he basks a bit. )
You wanna c'mere?
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Instead, all he can manage is:]
What?
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Get closer. ( He waits for the subsequent amount of acceptable seconds before he stamps his addition. ) Move closer to. Shift. ( A soft, whispered, ) Damn it, Braeden, ( slips out before he does it for him and collides with his best friend, trying his lips on for size. if he were lying to himself, he wouldn't say this almost happened once or ten times, but honest or dishonest, he's also been one for the moment. maybe part of him wants to help release all this tension, but, really, he's just ready to let it all go. )
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What are you doing?
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( They're laying here in this bed. Close. He's tense. He's got all this tension and nervousness. He's trying to be there for him. )
I've wanted to do it for a while now.
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[He pulls away, trying to give himself some distance because he can feel his anger rising, and he doesn't want to start yelling, because there's no telling who's on the other side of those walls.]
You pick now, when I'm already stressed enough about my dad and everything that's going on. Now's the time when you decide it might be a good idea to kiss me.
[He studies his friend's face, trying to see what exactly the end game was here.]
What, did you think that would help?
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... Yeah. Distract you. A little. So, you're not so nervous. Or worried.
( He wanted to relax him. His arms rest on his knees, careful about what he says next. )
I wanted you to stress less.
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[That's sarcasm, for the record. He definitely does not think that this was a good idea.]
Jesus, man, it's like you don't -
[Listen. You don't listen to him, is what he wants to say. You won't let him sit in any kind of discomfort, even when it feels like that's what he needs to do. And the fact that he does this to calm him down, that he thinks that everything will just be fine only makes him angrier.]
Did you really think that you could just kiss me and everything would be fine? And nothing would change at all?
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( No, he got it and he slips off the bed to stand, because, dude. )
What, I don't --
( Care? Know how to be a good friend? )
That everything would be fine? Ben, it didn't have to - ( He pauses, bringing down the volume, because, damn it. Why does he always follow his impulse. And he doesn't even mean what he was about to say, turning away, because he needs to - he doesn't know what he needs to do. ) I did what I wanted. And that's the problem. ( He nods to himself, finally facing him again. ) Look, I'm sorry for not thinking about you, because I thought I was thinking about you.
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