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[In the time that Jayce takes to glance down at his notes, Dodger decides he actually doesn't want to sit across from him, and he instead slides into Jayce's lap to straddle him. He smells more like alcohol than usual, but apparently not enough to act drunk.]
Hey, pretty boy.
[At this point it's just becoming an affectionate nickname.]
[Jayce on the other hand, seems a little more tipsy than usual even if it's just been a couple of drinks. He's about to be on his third once Dodger slides into his lap, and the nickname does wonders at bringing a flush to his face.]
[He does feel pretty proud of himself for earning that blush. Dodger takes a moment to light a cigarette, before settling in to play with Jayce's hair. He is, at least, making some level of effort to blow his smoke away from the older man's face.]
And as long as I'm here you get a break from having to meet new people. Lucky you.
[Like he isn't absolutely the one who needs a break from new people.]
Another one of mine? Don't you have plenty as it is?
[The blush stays a little longer, enjoying his hair being played with as he picks up that third drink- a cocktail this time, something sweet and fruity.]
Sounds more like an excuse for you to keep me to yourself.
[Jayce takes a long sip of his cocktail, savoring the flavor. Sometimes a guy wants some fruity shit okay? And he's seen the attention that higher ranked people get. Had enough time in the spotlight to want nothing to do with it again.]
We... could if you want that.
[He's had a lot of thoughts from things Dodger's said in passing lately that he wanted to interrogate.]
[That catches Dodger's interest, and he files the information away. It makes some sense - Jayce has been in positions of privilege and doesn't feel great about it. But he's seen how the Fives live, his shitty apartment back home is probably equivalent to an Eight suite. So he can't imagine not aiming a little higher.]
Sure. I've been-...
[He hesitates, and takes a drink from his bottle.]
[He doesn't have his notebook, he's decidedly not sober, and he's ... somewhat preoccupied from events at the casino, but he's not going to turn Dodger down if he wants to work through something.]
[There's a pause at first, while Dodger tries to decide exactly how to talk about this. Because he doesn't want to give too much away, but he doesn't want to be completely obtuse either.]
...I had a... falling out, I guess, with Esikko Bloemrose. Back in January, that's why I told you dropping my name wouldn't get you anything. I figured he would keep shit to himself, so I kept shit to myself, 'cause I didn't want to-... I didn't want to make things worse. Than I already did. But he's been running his mouth about private shit that I trusted him with, and every time someone comes to fact-check his story with me they bring it up, or they-... they bring up other shit they shouldn't know. And I can't do shit about it because he'd just pop right back up if I killed him, and because... he can shut my powers off. So I'm just... stuck. With no direction, and this fucking thorn in my side making everything worse the longer I leave him alone.
[He's talked about this a little with Henry already, so it isn't quite as fresh of a wound. But he's been dealing with it for months now, and it's hard to hide the hurt in his expression. He wants to just be angry about it, but he wouldn't be drinking this often and seeking comfort if it wasn't eating him up.]
[Jayce is mid-sip of his drink when Dodger begins to explain, his eyebrows raising as this becomes more complicated than he foresaw, and he chokes down his mouthful before setting his glass down.]
Okay. Uh.
[The alcohol is definitely not helping his reaction time on this.]
Let’s go back a little. The things you thought he would keep to himself— how personal? Is it things you’ve done with him, or things personal to you only? And the falling out, I assume it was a relationship you had with him. Dating, or more than that? What caused the falling out?
[It’s a lot of questions, and before Dodger can get defensive, Jayce puts a hand on his thigh.]
I need to know if he thinks he’s justified with what he’s doing. If he feels like he’s been wronged by you.
[Right. He hasn't talked about any of this with Jayce. Dodger very nearly backs out of the whole conversation, but the hand on his thigh gets his attention. At least enough to get him back on board.]
I really don't give a shit how he feels, but, sure. I can back up.
[The questions require some thought, and Dodger drinks while he's thinking.]
Things in my room, that no one's supposed to know about. I let him see them, and that was... my mistake. [Another drink.] We weren't dating, it was- he was my boss. Or master or whatever fucking word I was using.
[Some of that hurt pushes forward to the surface, and Dodger wavers before pushing it back down to speak as evenly as he can.]
I wanted it to be more. But he didn't. Apparently he just saw me as a creep he couldn't get rid of. I really thought it was the first time that-... nevermind. The- point is that he broke my trust. And I don't give it easily.
[Yeah Dodger, you really just came in here, sat on this man's lap while he's drunk, and started venting!! Jayce's brow furrows. as he tries to make sure he's following along.]
Boss or master is… a choice in a place like this.
[Okay, what's the solution here... Not that he should be just giving Dodger the answer right away. This whole thing stinks of the same dependency issues he's been noticing in Dodger.]
You haven't talked to him about this since the fall out?
[Jayce looks to his now fourth fruity cocktail on the table, picks it up. Looks to Dodger.
Dodger needs to learn how to fix his own problems, with his words, and not violence. He needs to solve his dependency issues and that's not going to be helped if he relies on Jayce to try and solve them for him.
These are all things Jayce thinks loudly to himself as he brings the fourth drink to his lips.]
[Dodger bites his lip. There's that heroic streak again... the instinct to keep those he considers His People out of danger, even if he tells himself it isn't his problem. Even if he'd like to think this is just him not wanting to get dragged back into the shit with Esikko again.]
Don't. You're a regular human, he's got magic, and he's friends with people strong enough to kill me. I don't-... I don't want to explain to Viktor how you got yourself killed. We're just starting to patch things up.
He'd kill me for just talking to him about you? Come on. It can't be that bad.
[He certainly sounds incredulous, because like, who's that bad? Not even Silco would kill someone just for wanting to have a chat.]
I go to him, I say I want to help smooth things out, that's all. He can't be so unreasonable he'd kill an unarmed, unpowered person just for wanting to help clear the air.
[He pauses, and forces himself to relax a little.]
I don't know. Every time I've tried to talk to him, he's... used magic on me. Shut off my powers. Electrocuted me. I don't get what I did wrong, I don't know how to fix it, and I just- don't want anyone else getting hurt for my sake. I'm not worth that.
[That feels... too honest for his liking. Dodger pauses to smoke more, drink more, and finally drop what's left of his cigarette on the floor somewhere.]
...If you talk to him, either I tell you what I'm hiding first or he tells you when he's trying to plead his case. Either way, I don't want that.
[To which Jayce brings his hand to the top of Dodger's head and ruffles the hair around, bits of playfulness teased out of him from all the alcohol he's imbibed in such a short span of time.]
You're not telling me the full story either, but if I don't know more, then I can't help fix it.
[His hand roams a little more, combing through the back of Dodger's head in a soothing way.]
If all you want from me is to listen, then I'll just listen.
[....Curse his deep attraction to older men giving him orders. Dodger grimaces at first, but his eyes slide half-shut with the hand moving through his hair. The sensation just makes it feel... correct, to give Jayce what he asks for.]
I don't want to... spread that information further than it's already gone.
[He leans back against Jayce's hand, and lets out a quiet sigh as his eyes close.]
I want him to be afraid of me. I want him to be afraid of what I'll do to him if he talks about it. But he's already died here, I can't do worse than that. And his pet heroes will kill me right afterward.
[Jayce tsks, using his fingernails to lightly scritch against Dodger's scalp.]
You're really sounding like you're trying to be a fantasy villain. Next you'll be doing some kind of maniacal laugh.
In the interest of not wanting you dead, please don't kill him. You don't actually want him dead, you want him to stop telling people your secrets- whatever it is. I'm trying not to pry, but you really better not have like... flayed bodies on the walls, or something.
[Dodger hums softly, relaxing into the touch. It's slow, like a dog settling against its will.]
Not here, no.
[It is sort of funny, though, being called a villain. It's been a while, but... it's not the first time. He grew up reading superhero comics, so did the hero he'd been fighting back home.]
I am a villain. And a monster, terrorist, whatever other words people want to use. Trying to be better here doesn't make the trail of blood behind me go away. Doesn't bring back any of the people I killed for money, or just to feel something.
[But in this relaxed state, there is regret in his voice. Quiet resignation, that he's done horrible things for someone who likely didn't care if he lived or died. Someone who might not have even been aiming for the goal Dodger thought he was. It's all pointless and he's probably going to keep losing connections, the more other people learn about the sort of person he is.]
Show me someone who says they're proud of everything they've done and I'll show you a liar.
[Himself included. He doesn't elaborate on that part, though.]
There's no going back for any of us. You're right, the trail doesn't go away. But it can fade if you stop adding to it. That's a choice you have to make, over and over again. It can start any day- it can start now.
[Dodger tips his head, really considering it. He doesn't think it's that simple, he thinks- maybe the reason Esikko makes him so angry is because nothing else does here, and that anger just needs somewhere to go. He can't imagine it actually fading out, he can't imagine who he'd be without the urge to hurt and kill.]
And what if I backslide again?
[He leans back, to properly study Jayce's face.]
I haven't killed anyone since September. But I could start up again. It's easy for me, humans are... fragile. So if I lose my temper, or I piss someone off that won't let me go, or I get hungry and there's nothing else to eat, are you going to tell me I made the wrong choice?
[They're small choices, compared to the sort of terrorism he was doing back home. But he can't imagine he'll find a good reason to bomb the resort. He's worried, more than anything, about the fact that some people don't make a distinction between survival and malice. And he's not above pretending something was self-defense... but well, he just needs to pick at this.]
[Jayce’s brow is furrowed because … well, he doesn’t have the perfect answer. And he’s about to work on a solid defense for Dodger— the difference between self-defense, survival, and murder— but there’s one thing he gets hung up on. Maybe he’s misunderstanding.]
[Hm. So that's the limit, for Jayce. Dodger shrugs, and leans forward to press a kiss to Jayce's neck. A moment of thought passes, and he lets his teeth graze along the older man's skin.]
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[In the time that Jayce takes to glance down at his notes, Dodger decides he actually doesn't want to sit across from him, and he instead slides into Jayce's lap to straddle him. He smells more like alcohol than usual, but apparently not enough to act drunk.]
Hey, pretty boy.
[At this point it's just becoming an affectionate nickname.]
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Ha ha. Feeling clingy tonight?
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[He does feel pretty proud of himself for earning that blush. Dodger takes a moment to light a cigarette, before settling in to play with Jayce's hair. He is, at least, making some level of effort to blow his smoke away from the older man's face.]
And as long as I'm here you get a break from having to meet new people. Lucky you.
[Like he isn't absolutely the one who needs a break from new people.]
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[The blush stays a little longer, enjoying his hair being played with as he picks up that third drink- a cocktail this time, something sweet and fruity.]
Sounds more like an excuse for you to keep me to yourself.
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Never hurts to have extras. If you rank yourself up I'll have to find a new supply of cards that match with Viktor's.
[Which might mean resorting to making things up with Esikko. Awful.
Dodger pauses to ask a staff memory for a bottle of whiskey. He's still not used to how quickly they respond, now that he's an Eight.]
...We could always turn this into my next therapy session, instead. Alcohol's good for loosening me up.
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[Jayce takes a long sip of his cocktail, savoring the flavor. Sometimes a guy wants some fruity shit okay? And he's seen the attention that higher ranked people get. Had enough time in the spotlight to want nothing to do with it again.]
We... could if you want that.
[He's had a lot of thoughts from things Dodger's said in passing lately that he wanted to interrogate.]
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Sure. I've been-...
[He hesitates, and takes a drink from his bottle.]
...I've got some shit to work through.
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Okay. Lay it on me.
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...I had a... falling out, I guess, with Esikko Bloemrose. Back in January, that's why I told you dropping my name wouldn't get you anything. I figured he would keep shit to himself, so I kept shit to myself, 'cause I didn't want to-... I didn't want to make things worse. Than I already did. But he's been running his mouth about private shit that I trusted him with, and every time someone comes to fact-check his story with me they bring it up, or they-... they bring up other shit they shouldn't know. And I can't do shit about it because he'd just pop right back up if I killed him, and because... he can shut my powers off. So I'm just... stuck. With no direction, and this fucking thorn in my side making everything worse the longer I leave him alone.
[He's talked about this a little with Henry already, so it isn't quite as fresh of a wound. But he's been dealing with it for months now, and it's hard to hide the hurt in his expression. He wants to just be angry about it, but he wouldn't be drinking this often and seeking comfort if it wasn't eating him up.]
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Okay. Uh.
[The alcohol is definitely not helping his reaction time on this.]
Let’s go back a little. The things you thought he would keep to himself— how personal? Is it things you’ve done with him, or things personal to you only? And the falling out, I assume it was a relationship you had with him. Dating, or more than that? What caused the falling out?
[It’s a lot of questions, and before Dodger can get defensive, Jayce puts a hand on his thigh.]
I need to know if he thinks he’s justified with what he’s doing. If he feels like he’s been wronged by you.
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I really don't give a shit how he feels, but, sure. I can back up.
[The questions require some thought, and Dodger drinks while he's thinking.]
Things in my room, that no one's supposed to know about. I let him see them, and that was... my mistake. [Another drink.] We weren't dating, it was- he was my boss. Or master or whatever fucking word I was using.
[Some of that hurt pushes forward to the surface, and Dodger wavers before pushing it back down to speak as evenly as he can.]
I wanted it to be more. But he didn't. Apparently he just saw me as a creep he couldn't get rid of. I really thought it was the first time that-... nevermind. The- point is that he broke my trust. And I don't give it easily.
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Boss or master is… a choice in a place like this.
[Okay, what's the solution here... Not that he should be just giving Dodger the answer right away. This whole thing stinks of the same dependency issues he's been noticing in Dodger.]
You haven't talked to him about this since the fall out?
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Tried talking to him, a few times. Twice in January, once last week. He's still just being a crazy bitch about it.
[Like Dodger hasn't been just as much of one, if not more.]
He saved me from the shades in Goldenville. So I thought we were... I don't know. Not better, but I thought he'd listen to me at least. And he didn't.
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Dodger needs to learn how to fix his own problems, with his words, and not violence. He needs to solve his dependency issues and that's not going to be helped if he relies on Jayce to try and solve them for him.
These are all things Jayce thinks loudly to himself as he brings the fourth drink to his lips.]
Let me talk to him.
[Is what Jayce says instead.]
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Don't. You're a regular human, he's got magic, and he's friends with people strong enough to kill me. I don't-... I don't want to explain to Viktor how you got yourself killed. We're just starting to patch things up.
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[He certainly sounds incredulous, because like, who's that bad? Not even Silco would kill someone just for wanting to have a chat.]
I go to him, I say I want to help smooth things out, that's all. He can't be so unreasonable he'd kill an unarmed, unpowered person just for wanting to help clear the air.
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I don't know. Every time I've tried to talk to him, he's... used magic on me. Shut off my powers. Electrocuted me. I don't get what I did wrong, I don't know how to fix it, and I just- don't want anyone else getting hurt for my sake. I'm not worth that.
[That feels... too honest for his liking. Dodger pauses to smoke more, drink more, and finally drop what's left of his cigarette on the floor somewhere.]
...If you talk to him, either I tell you what I'm hiding first or he tells you when he's trying to plead his case. Either way, I don't want that.
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[To which Jayce brings his hand to the top of Dodger's head and ruffles the hair around, bits of playfulness teased out of him from all the alcohol he's imbibed in such a short span of time.]
You're not telling me the full story either, but if I don't know more, then I can't help fix it.
[His hand roams a little more, combing through the back of Dodger's head in a soothing way.]
If all you want from me is to listen, then I'll just listen.
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I don't want to... spread that information further than it's already gone.
[He leans back against Jayce's hand, and lets out a quiet sigh as his eyes close.]
I want him to be afraid of me. I want him to be afraid of what I'll do to him if he talks about it. But he's already died here, I can't do worse than that. And his pet heroes will kill me right afterward.
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You're really sounding like you're trying to be a fantasy villain. Next you'll be doing some kind of maniacal laugh.
In the interest of not wanting you dead, please don't kill him. You don't actually want him dead, you want him to stop telling people your secrets- whatever it is. I'm trying not to pry, but you really better not have like... flayed bodies on the walls, or something.
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Not here, no.
[It is sort of funny, though, being called a villain. It's been a while, but... it's not the first time. He grew up reading superhero comics, so did the hero he'd been fighting back home.]
I am a villain. And a monster, terrorist, whatever other words people want to use. Trying to be better here doesn't make the trail of blood behind me go away. Doesn't bring back any of the people I killed for money, or just to feel something.
[But in this relaxed state, there is regret in his voice. Quiet resignation, that he's done horrible things for someone who likely didn't care if he lived or died. Someone who might not have even been aiming for the goal Dodger thought he was. It's all pointless and he's probably going to keep losing connections, the more other people learn about the sort of person he is.]
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[Himself included. He doesn't elaborate on that part, though.]
There's no going back for any of us. You're right, the trail doesn't go away. But it can fade if you stop adding to it. That's a choice you have to make, over and over again. It can start any day- it can start now.
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And what if I backslide again?
[He leans back, to properly study Jayce's face.]
I haven't killed anyone since September. But I could start up again. It's easy for me, humans are... fragile. So if I lose my temper, or I piss someone off that won't let me go, or I get hungry and there's nothing else to eat, are you going to tell me I made the wrong choice?
[They're small choices, compared to the sort of terrorism he was doing back home. But he can't imagine he'll find a good reason to bomb the resort. He's worried, more than anything, about the fact that some people don't make a distinction between survival and malice. And he's not above pretending something was self-defense... but well, he just needs to pick at this.]
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… Get hungry?
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Just a hypothetical.
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