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[crab_rangoon]

you alright/

[He might be a little drunk.]

[brushoff]

[ oh no. ]

Doing surprisingly fine.
You?

[crab_rangoon]

your healing shit not working?

im having a great party. want to come over

[brushoff]

Nope. I've got a big fuckoff wound over my heart that won't heal but that's it.
Plenty of scars otherwise.
But I'll come over. See you in 5?

[crab_rangoon]

doors unlocked

[And Pagan will be sitting in his couch, watching some superhero film on his laptop. He is absolutely trashed, drink in hand.]

[brushoff]

[ Oh no. He is hammered.

Dorian looks over at the very drunk, possibly very sad Pagan and walks over to the couch. ] Careful, [ he says, as he sits down to snuggle up next to Pagan. ] My chest is a tad bloody at the moment. I bandaged it up before coming here but who knows how long they'll last.

[crab_rangoon]

[He gestures to the table.]

I have extra bandages if you need them. I have to do the same. [He places a hand on his chest.]

Do you want a drink?

[brushoff]

Twinsies, [ Dorian dryly responds. ]

I'll have a drink later. First, I want to know who died? Or metaphorically died, this is obviously a Pagan pity party and I didn't get the who, what, and when.

[crab_rangoon]

[He holds up a glass and downs it.]

Ah! Now that is a question, isn't it? I have - talked enough about this.

[brushoff]

Not to me you haven't. And don't you know I'm the most important person on this boat?

[crab_rangoon]

[He laughs, standing up to pour himself another drink.]

Let me have my crisis in peace, Dorian. I don't have the luxury of living forever.

[brushoff]

If you wanted to have your crisis in peace, you made a poor fucking choice in inviting me over, [ he points out, like it's the most obvious thing in the world. ] I'm the opposite of a nice night in.

[crab_rangoon]

There was no one else I would want to be with. Not even alone with my own goddamn thoughts.

[He returns to the couch and gingerly sits down beside him again.]

[brushoff]

[ When Pagan sits down, Dorian adjusts his position so that he can wrap an arm around the man's shoulders, pulling himself in for a cuddle. ]

If you wanted to be with me then you know that I won't judge you on whatever's caused this. So go on. What happened?

[crab_rangoon]

[He crosses his legs, leaning into that touch as best he can.]

Just the casual acknowledgement of what I have so desperately been trying to keep quiet. I was just fine thinking that I would be alone after this. Going back to my island.

[brushoff]

Bullshit, [ Dorian idly says, as he moves his other hand to rub small circles on Pagan's thigh. ]

I'm going back to the island with you, remember? Why would I let you enjoy it by yourself?

[crab_rangoon]

[Pagan gives him a look.]

You're going back with me to do what, Dorian?

[brushoff]

Go to your island.

[ There's a pause before Dorian admits, ]

What else would I do?

[crab_rangoon]

[He stares at his glass, feeling the world tilt delightfully. It numbs him a little.]

Have a fucking exciting life with someone who deserves you.

[brushoff]

That's what I'd do if I went to your island, [ Dorian says. The 'you dipshit' isn't stated, but it's heavily implied. ]

[crab_rangoon]

[That startles him into silence. Well, at least for a moment. Pagan's never silent for very long.]

Why?

[brushoff]

Because, and I know you may find this very hard to believe, I like you. I enjoy your company. I want to see you graduate your shitty little gremlin of an inmate and then leave this place for good.

[crab_rangoon]

[Well, it's better than nothing, though still perplexing.]

You're right.

I do find that very fucking hard to believe.

[But he does lean a little more into him.]

[brushoff]

[ Dorian gives Pagan's shoulder a little squeeze before, ]

There's only room for one self-pitying martyr on the ship. Age before beauty, darling, I've got that position on lock.

[crab_rangoon]

[He groans.]

You have a fucking monopoly on that. Let a man dream once in a while.