Bobby and Justin - Communication (don't faint)

[emo_popsicle]

Bobby puttered around the kitchen, humming along to the CD.

"...I've worn through the elbows
and the knees of my clothing
and I'm staring down the gravel
driveway of desire trying not to
wake up my sleeping self loathing..."He looked up at that. Frickin' serendipity. Bobby shook himself and cast his eyes over the room. The apartment was clean.

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[artisticblond]

Justin trotted up the steps, only mildly worried about this whole talking thing. It just hadn't felt right before. But now? He'd had no serious trauma for weeks, the Cube was gone, and he finally felt like he was getting his feet under him. And, hey, cookies. He tapped on the door lightly then rocked on his heels while he waited.

[emo_popsicle]

Bobby jerked out of his reverie at the knock on the door. J...

Half-bounding, half-walking, Bobby made it over to the door, letting Justin in. "Hey.." He looked Justin over. Yup. Still Justin. Still cute.

Still someone he'd fight for... Came the thought and his stomach fluttered.

"How ya doing?"

[artisticblond]

"Good. I'm doing good." He gave Bobby a once-over, not a sexual one for once, just a quick check to make sure he looked okay. And Bobby did look good. At least, physically. Mentally, however? He'd have to see.

He peeked around the apartment. "Wow, the place looks... clean."

[emo_popsicle]

"Yeah, we're both a little anal." Bobby looked over his shoulder as what he just said caught up with him. Okay, so his filters? Have gone out for coffee. Great.

"Um, I mean..." He winced "I was nervous. I cleaned. Twice."