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Fifteen minutes in and Duffy has to wonder who's fangirling who here. He was expecting to be the starstruck one. But all Curt's done the whole time is ask him questions. Favorite color, favorite movie. Favorite sport, if he played any. Curt was interested in people. It was less a conversation. More an interview. Curt practicing his detective abilities on the guy.
"What kind of hobbies do you like?"
"I sew."
Duffy's dragging off the joint - it's not even good shit; it's weak and it smells vaguely like cat piss, at least he's fairly sure. But it's smoking up, right? It's passing a blunt over to Curt fucking Wild and playing it cool is much easier when you see the gods up close, see the scars and the tangles and his shoes, one big boot and one slipper.
His legs are uneven, he says. He woke up this morning and realized his legs were uneven. He's trying to even it out.
"What do you sew?" Curt prompts, smiling wanly as he accepts the blunt, peers up at Duffy through scraggly strands of bottle bleach blond. "Clothes and shit, right?"
"Yeah, emphasis on the shit."
Curt laughs softly, shifts in his seat and draws his jacket closer. There's a bright green pin glittering at the collar. "Cool."
Favorite store, favorite shoes, favorite soda, favorite mixed drink.
"Favorite number?"
"You're very curious."
"I am."
Curt hands back the joint, a little quietly, leans back against the park bench.
"Thirteen. My favorite number. Can I ask you anything?"
"Anything," Curt agrees.
Duffy pauses, for about 0.4 seconds, before he speaks again. "What's your favorite number?"
There's a moment where he blanches, biting at his thumbnail, chipped blue nail polish and nasty cuticles from too much chewing. "That's what you start with?"
"Sure, why not?"
"Nothing about-- Brian or drugs or Michigan or anything."
A careful smile turns up Duffy's mouth at the corners. "Only if you want to, honey."
Curt hesitates and curls in his thumb, stops gnawing long enough to smile back as Duffy puffs at the joint. It doesn't take much to have people appeal to Curt, for him to take a liking to him. But he definitely likes Duffy. "Mine's thirteen too. It's my birthday. Backwards."
There's a comfortable silence as Duffy nods. Curt welcomes it.