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[imaginate]

Characters: Kyle & various.
Date: Catch-all log for November.
Location: Around.
Situation: Various.
Warnings/Rating: None yet.
Notes: [Action] or prose are all good, if you'd like a specific setup, kindly ping!

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[jirk]

[He exhales, the noise seems almost too loud in the open room.]

Kyle, I wasn't trying to bring you down. I'm glad you're happy. It's good to see you that way. Probably for both of us. Yeah?

[imaginate]

[His hand covers Jim's, and he stares, reproachful.]

I was happy because you're here. Still am. Honestly.

[jirk]

[It's like walking face first into something that carries with it all the loving nostalgia of youth, an old favourite song or that shirt you've donned so often that pulling it on's like wearing armour. Jim wrinkles his nose and this time when he laughs it's genuine, and pleased.]

'Honestly' my ass.

[He lifts a hand, lets his fingers catch at the back of Kyle's neck and pulls his head down so Jim can kiss his forehead.]

We're out of sync. Feel it?

[imaginate]

[Kyle sinks into him, when he laughs. The ocean was always calm if you went deep enough.]

You saying I should never leave your side, handsome?

[jirk]

[In all innocence,]

His and her handcuffs?

[Jim hooks his hands under Kyle's knees and pulls him forward, back onto his lap. It's a quick, flirtatious little motion and it leaves Jim in just the right position to kiss at Kyle's throat.]

We okay?

[imaginate]

[He wraps one arm around Jim's shoulders, and hums.]

We're good. I'm sorry about the last... several days, I haven't exactly been myself. [A pause.] I didn't... say or do anything to you that was.. [gesticulates] y'know--

[jirk]

[He falls silent, thinking about it. His instinct is to say that nothing happened that would bother him, but he wants to give it an honest effort rather than just rattle off the words. He tilts his head, and finally,]

Yeah. No. I'm good. I don't hold you responsible for any of that, it's not like it was your fault. Captain's honour.

[imaginate]

[It's not like it was your fault, that wasn't you, says Guy, looking over the Hudson River. Kyle locks it away, and smiles.]

Okay.

[He pecks Jim on the cheek, and then uses a fork to stick a piece of omelette and holds it out for Jim to bite.]

[jirk]

[Firmly,]

I mean it.

[imaginate]

I know you do.

[He cards a hand through Jim's hair before feeding him another piece. Thinking about the entire affair isn't pleasant, he moves on to a tangent.]

So you met Damian, huh?

[jirk]

I know you know I know. I want to make sure you know. That it wasn't your fault.

[A firm look, and then he relents, splaying a hand across Kyle's abdomen and sliding up to his shoulder.]

Yeah. He seems like a good kid.

[imaginate]

[He noses Jim's cheek. It'll sink in, give it time.]

Don't mind his abrasiveness, yeah?

[Damian's a tough customer to please, and he already didn't like Jim.]

[jirk]

I didn't.

[Jim leans back against the chair, drapes one arm over it. And with his other hand he reaches up to brush Kyle's hair away from his cheek, over one ear. They could both use haircuts, frankly.]

He's one of yours. I know a kid who's been through hell when I see one, Kyle.

[imaginate]

[He chews the last bit of the omelette, slowly. It's his mother's recipe and Jim's been getting better at recreating it (Tomorrow, they'll probably have pancakes, they both like to keep to a routine). Jim's hand brushes the shell of his ear and he shivers self-consciously.]

He'd argue he isn't really a kid and never was — [quiet sigh] Our world isn't kind.

[jirk]

I know.

[He's seen its marks, on Kyle. He knows no world that could treat him like that could be anything but cruel.]

He doesn't like me much, huh. Protective of you?

[imaginate]

He doesn't really like anyone.

[Only who Damian was less angry around. Kyle huffs, quietly. It terrifies him how much Damian cares, sometimes, but it steadies him to be an example. Of what, he's not sure.]

Oddly like Gardner...

[jirk]

[Jim laughs, shakes his heads. He opens his mouth to say, so everyone on my crew loves you, and everyone in your family hates me? But he doesn't say it. Because of Spock.

Carefully, he closes his mouth again, looking briefly chagrined. It smooths out after a moment, becomes a brief expression of indulgent affection.]

Guess it's your superpower. Giving people who have nothing else something to hold onto, and care about.

[imaginate]

[There's something else there. He absently traces the side of Jim's mouth with a thumb, half-listening, and kisses Jim after he speaks. His family is an assortment of the brave and the bold, the stubborn and the snapped, people who carry so much with them it's a wonder they can stand at all (but they do).]

Don't tell the League that. They'd complain it didn't come up on my profile all those years ago.

[jirk]

[He snorts, and stands, taking Kyle with him with the judicious application of hands in the general vicinity of Kyle's thighs. Copping a feel? Not even remotely.

(Okay, maybe a little)

He sets him down on the edge of the table, well away from the food and kisses his jaw, the side of his neck, his collarbone, which he has to tug the shirt away from to manage properly.]

Anyone who doesn't realize it's blind.

[imaginate]

[He chuckles, and wraps his legs around Jim's waist, leaning into him.]

C'mon, I'm pretty sure I have a few flaws.

[jirk]

Forgot 'em all.

[He bites a little at the side of his neck, barely enough to bruise. It's cold enough they can get away with turtlenecks, now. Especially when you're from California.]