in which Prior forces Roger to stop being a little bitch

[priorlives]

The past few weeks had shown a startling improvement in Prior's overall mood. Apparently he'd just needed a shove in the right direction to stop moping and feeling sorry for himself over Mark, and though Maureen's not-so-subtle matchmaking attempts were mortifying, he did at least have to admit that having a new friend in Scotty had helped quite a

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[weary_head]

"Yeah!" Dean shouted at the closed door. His mouth was half-full, and then all full, Dean shoving the rest of his sandwich into his mouth in one go. "Always when I'm friggin' eating," he grumbled as he walked to the door, yanking it open with a few last hurried chews.

Well, shit. He'd barely spoken to the man, even in New York, but Dean knew Prior when he saw him, or, more pertinently in this instance, knew Roger's ex when he saw him.

"Yeah?" he repeated around his mouthful, something in the word not nearly as inviting as one might expect from a host.

[priorlives]

Prior knew Dean when he saw him as well - or rather, he knew Roger's roommate. He thought he was a little scary, to be honest. Even more so than Louis' Republican Mormon marlboro man new boyfriend, Dean made Prior feel beyond nelly, like there were wispy daisies sprouting from his ears.

"Hi," he said. "I'm here to see Roger. And if he wants to pretend he's not here or say that he's been abducted by aliens or has laringitis or something - tell him to stop being a little bitch unless he wants your front porch to become my new favorite hang-out." He smiled sweetly.

[weary_head]

"Mmm," Dean hummed, licking the last of the crumbs from his mouth. If there was anything he needed, it was not a sudden and unwanted squatter. "I got a sawed off that says there's another way that little scenario might go down."

He folded his arms, shoulders filling the door entirely. "So why don't you get off our porch, or I'll find out how far my foot has to go up your ass before you become a puppet."

[priorlives]

... okay, so maybe Prior had overshot just a little. Still, as far as overcompensating went, brandishing a gun threat was a little over the top too.

He cleared his throat. "Okay, no physical violence necessary. We both know you could kick my ass six ways to Sunday. I just uh... he's been avoiding me. Ever since Mark disappeared, and..." He sighed wearily. "I've come to the stage where being as annoying as possible seems like the best strategy."