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Jul. 30th, 2009 04:20 pm
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The bed is no longer beneath my heavy body and I find out all-too-quickly when the heavy thunk of my ass on the floor is the loudest sound in the room. I groan and wish that this wasn't the way I'd woken up today, but it's not as if it's the first time. I slowly sit up and rub a hand over my face, shifting my Harvard t-shirt while peering blearily up at a sun-kissed room. "Goddammit, Joe," I complain under my breath, struggling to grasp at the beddings and haul myself back into bed. "What'd I do this time to earn the elbows?"

Because I'm sure I haven't tried to kiss him with morning breath or did something else entirely unapprovable. Hell, I'm sure that I haven't even had a disapproved dream. I squint slightly and open my eyes to look up at Joe before noticing...

"Oh shit," I exhale and swallow hard. "Joe," I insist desperately, now launching onto the bed. "Joe, wake up. Wake up, Lieb," I say, panic roughing the edges of my voice as I push at his shoulder.

Date: 2009-08-02 07:00 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] soldier-singled.livejournal.com
Joe's never been great at waking up, especially when it's that tone of voice that Web's got on, and he groans and rolls his face in his pillow.

"Shit, Web, shut up," he grumbles. "It's gotta be barely fuckin' morning."

Date: 2009-08-02 07:16 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] thewordofweb.livejournal.com
I nearly straddle his waist and roll him over forcibly to try and get his attention. "We're not in our bedroom," I say with alarm, more panicked at that fact than the fact that we're somewhere else entirely. I'm still in the clothes I went to bed in, but I don't recognize a thing. And there are sounds, noises, as if there are others here.

Date: 2009-08-03 09:28 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] soldier-singled.livejournal.com
Joe lifts his head, blinking and looking around and seeing...his childhood bedroom. He blinks a couple of times.

"Holy crap," he says quietly. "Holy shit."

Date: 2009-08-04 12:31 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] thewordofweb.livejournal.com
The panic is not going away and I'm still hovering above Joe perilously, one hand on his shoulder, the other gripping his waist as I stare at him anxiously and don't know what to do. "Joe, I don't know what to do," I beg, nearly plead. "I don't know where we are or how we got here..."

Date: 2009-08-04 11:35 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] soldier-singled.livejournal.com
"Calm the fuck down."

Gently, Joe disengages himself from Web. He stands in the middle of the room for a moment, Harvard t-shirt and boxers and looks around in sheer puzzlement and then, experimentally, he opens the door and cranes his neck to look down the corridor.

"Hey!" he calls. "Hey, Ma!"

Date: 2009-08-05 12:00 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] thewordofweb.livejournal.com
My eyes bug wide at that and I grab hold of one of the pillows on the bed and launch it at Joe as hard as I can, shooting him a deathly glare while I'm trying to scrabble to cover myself up. "Joe!" I hiss. "What the fuck do you think you're doing, I'm half fucking naked under here!"

Date: 2009-08-05 07:57 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] soldier-singled.livejournal.com
Joe ducks the pillow, grinning like a mad thing when he hears a faint stream of German from somewhere lower in the house.

"You ain't just anywhere," he says, grinning from ear to ear. "I'm home."

Date: 2009-08-05 12:18 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] thewordofweb.livejournal.com
I groan heavily as my head hits the pillow and I drag the covers up over my head. I know Joe says that like it's supposed to be a good thing, but it's just absolutely fucking terrifying to me. I let the covers at my chest and keep my hands cupped over my face, humiliated as anything. "Okay," I announce. "Where's the window I'm sneaking out of?"

Date: 2009-08-09 01:53 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] soldier-singled.livejournal.com
"Oh, hell, shut up," says Joe, still grinning all over his face. "I've got clothes here, and I bet Maggie's got some of her fella's things, and he's about the same size as you."

Still dressed in boxers and a Harvard t-shirt, Joe disappears out into the hall.

"Hey! Maggie! You here?"

Date: 2009-08-09 02:10 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] thewordofweb.livejournal.com
I flop back onto the bed and stare up at the ceiling, trying to ignore the inherent misery of Joe missing the point and my discomfort. I rouse slowly and stare at the room, trying to take pieces of it into heart and mind and think about this place making Joe into the man he is today. And somewhere, there's clothes.

"That's not the point, Joe," I mumble to myself and start digging through drawers to put something on so that when the moment of embarrassment arrives, I'm ready.

Date: 2009-08-10 12:01 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] soldier-singled.livejournal.com
A moment later, Joe reappears but he's not alone. He's carrying a small boy with dark hair standing up in fingered furrows on his hip and both of them have bare feet.

"You find anything that fits?"

Date: 2009-08-10 12:32 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] thewordofweb.livejournal.com
I throw up a hand in frustration when he returns and I let out a dubious laugh. "Of course, now there's a baby in your arms, because that's just perfect..." I'm muttering to myself now as I pick through things and eventually yank on a button-down that looks little bigger than the others, still eyeing the sheets with trepidation. "How am I getting out of here, Joe? Honestly? Because this is so very bad and you don't seem to understand that," I hiss.

Date: 2009-08-10 02:18 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] soldier-singled.livejournal.com
"Getting out of here?" Joe blinks, looking up from Maggie's kid with a look of utter confusion on his face.

"Why'd you want to do a thing like that?"

Date: 2009-08-11 12:41 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] thewordofweb.livejournal.com
"Because I am the wanton and half-dressed man in your bedroom and your family is lurking all around," I whisper fervently, eyes as wide as they go. This is absolutely the worst situation right now. "I'll just, I'll get my things together and find a hotel while you stay with your parents and I somehow manage to escape being eviscerated because they can mind-read that something is up with me and you."

Date: 2009-08-11 04:46 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] soldier-singled.livejournal.com
"Firstly, my family ain't lurking anywhere. Ma and Pops are out." He rubs his hand down the kid's back. "Secondly, what's so wrong with the idea of meetin' them? You worried I'm gonna tell 'em what we do at night?"

Date: 2009-08-12 02:09 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] thewordofweb.livejournal.com
My stomach turns and I don't know whether it's the situation or if it's Joe with a baby in his arms and I falter at that. "I'm worried they're going to see right through me," I admit, gesturing to him and giving a hapless and defeated sound. "Joe," I protest quietly. "Who is that?"

Date: 2009-08-13 12:12 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] soldier-singled.livejournal.com
"They're gonna be so glad to meet you they're not gonna be looking," says Joe. He grins down at the kid in his arms and kisses the top of her head.

"Dave, this is Maxie. Maggie's kid."

Date: 2009-08-13 02:12 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] thewordofweb.livejournal.com
"Why on earth would they give a damn about me?" I question with genuine curiosity, even as I'm on my feet (pajamas balled in my hands, a place to take out my frustration, my confusion) and I flex them as I come to stand by Joe's side, smiling just anxiously and briefly. "Hey, Max," I greet with a fond smile. "I think you're the only person I get to say this to, but I love your uncle more than I love anything in the whole world."

Date: 2009-08-13 01:31 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] soldier-singled.livejournal.com
"I never bought anyone home. Not even friends. Ma's always dying to meet new people."

Max regards him solemnly, one hand holding tight to the back of Joe's collar. He blinks.

"Awh, look," says Joe, grinning and bouncing him a little. "You're scarin' the little guy."

Date: 2009-08-15 12:17 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] thewordofweb.livejournal.com
"This is depressing," I announce with a laugh, shaking my head. "The one time that I'm scarier than you and it's with a baby." I offer Max a tiny smile and touch his small hand for a moment before drifting closer to Joe and offering him a soft look. "I wish I could tell her the truth," I admit softly, my voice hushed. "More than anything, I wish I could."

Date: 2009-08-15 06:27 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] soldier-singled.livejournal.com
"Yeah, try not to give my Ma a heart-attack, baby," he murmurs, leaning up to kiss his cheek and Max watches with big wide eyes.

"I'm just glad you get to meet them."

Date: 2009-08-15 07:02 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] thewordofweb.livejournal.com
"I won't say a word," I swear, because I know that the last thing we need is for Joe to get disowned because of some idiotic thing I said in the heat of the moment. I stare at Max for a very long moment, long enough to catch the similarities in his face.

It sobers me up and makes me really just watch. "Do you ever think about a son of your own?" I ask, voice hushed.

Date: 2009-08-15 10:21 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] soldier-singled.livejournal.com
"Not anymore," says Joe, and he says it levelly and he means it completely. He doesn't even think about that anymore.

He's got Web. He's got everything that he needs.

Date: 2009-08-15 10:44 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] thewordofweb.livejournal.com
I take a long moment at that admission and slide my hand around his back, pressing my forehead to his shoulder as I try and think up how to best respond to that. His nephew between us, his family walls around us, and I'm stuck, absolutely stuck thinking of how to reply. "You know if I could, I'd give you that. You know that, right?" It's almost desperate, but I don't want to just take without that being clear.

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