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Post by Rhys Moreau on May 21, 2012 16:30:16 GMT -5
"Yeah, but you're always invited," Rhys said, looking over at Dare. "If you ever want to look around on my tablet, you can, just ask." He would need to set some things up, but he did that no matter who was going to borrow a piece of tech from him. "I could show you some sites, maybe give you some place to talk if you need to."
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Post by Dare Blackwood-Hardt on May 21, 2012 17:01:35 GMT -5
"Really? You could find an Internet thing for me?" Dare asked. It was weird spending his money when he was so used to just hoarding it, but it was also a bit of a guilty pleasure. "I feel like I ought to keep saving for a rainy day, but I'm not spending it on anything else."
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Post by Rhys Moreau on May 21, 2012 17:10:30 GMT -5
"Yeah, just tell me what to search for," Rhys said. It was good to get his mind off of the heavy conversation with his friend, even if the alternate conversation meant setting someone else up to talk about complicated, hard, and confusing topics. "If you're lucky you can find someone like the guy I'm talking to. It's easy to tell people online things that it's hard to tell people you're face to face with." He turned his eyes away from Dare.
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Post by Dare Blackwood-Hardt on May 21, 2012 17:26:19 GMT -5
Dare looked at Rhys a moment before leaning back again. "What's up?" he asked. "Did I come in at a bad time?" It wasn't hard to associate that look with what Rhys had been talking about. He'd said he was talking to someone about the ex-gay camps, and Dare knew that wasn't an easy subject. Rhys hadn't told him a lot of detail, but he'd gotten the picture.
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Post by Rhys Moreau on May 21, 2012 17:32:19 GMT -5
Rhys shook his head, "I'm fine. You're fine. I've just been thinking a lot lately. It's strange to tell people and think about it all again." That wasn't the whole of it, but that was where it started and he wasn't sure he was willing to talk about specifics just yet. "Especially when I'm getting closer to Matthew."
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Post by Dare Blackwood-Hardt on May 22, 2012 11:32:46 GMT -5
"That doesn't make it easier?" Dare asked. He would have thought that finally having someone to trust would help. The rest he could understand, though. If this was the first time that Rhys was finally facing things, trying to work through them... Dare stopped that thought before it could finish. He didn't need to think about Michael and his never-ending trust issues, or how long it had taken the man to stop waiting for him to leave. And he'd left.
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Post by Rhys Moreau on May 22, 2012 11:41:15 GMT -5
Rhys shook his head and silently scrolled through the thread of pictures. His thoughts were all a tangled mess in his head and the little evil voice that was quieted by a bruised back and tied hands was the only one that was clear. "It used to," he said finally. His eyebrows creased at the screen and he flipped back a page, focusing on the screen rather than looking at Dare.
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Post by Dare Blackwood-Hardt on May 22, 2012 11:54:09 GMT -5
Dare looked at Rhys as though he might read the man's thoughts if he tried. "Things not going well?" he asked carefully. Matthew and Rhys always looked so happy together, even when they were joking around at each other's expense. He blocked a thought about appearances versus the truth. He couldn't pretend he knew everything that went on. He looked down at his arm warmers and picked lightly at the edge of one.
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Post by Rhys Moreau on May 22, 2012 12:23:48 GMT -5
Rhys did look over at Dare with that question. "No, everything's great," he said. "I love him and he loves me. The relationship is amazing, Dare. I love him so much." He turned his head away again, eyes closing. He was good at hiding, at going numb when he needed to, but that wasn't how he was when he was with Matthew. With Matthew, he was happy. It was when he was alone, when he thought about moving in, that things didn't exactly match up.
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Post by Dare Blackwood-Hardt on May 22, 2012 12:27:14 GMT -5
"I can't make you talk to me," Dare said, "but you've got friends here. You can trust me, too." Maybe it was too much to have said that. Maybe this was none of his damned business. If he wasn't always trying to get closer to people than they wanted, he probably wouldn't be in this mess at all. He wouldn't have had Michael, but maybe Michael would have been better off not having to constantly struggle to give things he wasn't comfortable giving.
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Post by Rhys Moreau on May 22, 2012 12:29:30 GMT -5
"I know. I'm fine, I'll be fine. I just need to go to the Dom or something and I'll be fine," Rhys said. It had always worked before, there was no reason it shouldn't work now. "How was your date?" he asked, knowing it was an obvious change of subject that Dare could just as easily ignore.
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Post by Dare Blackwood-Hardt on May 22, 2012 12:34:10 GMT -5
Dare shrugged and dug out his phone again. "It was okay," he said. "We walked around and looked at stuff, didn't fight or anything." He started poking around trying to find the pictures, but ended up just offering Rhys the phone. "Didn't touch, didn't talk about anything heavy. They have a restaurant there." He had an awkward picture of the two of them in the Great Court, pictures of a few pieces of art that he'd taken before he'd been asked not to take pictures by a Muggle who looked like a police person. And he had a picture of his food.
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Post by Rhys Moreau on May 22, 2012 12:47:26 GMT -5
Rhys took the phone and found pictures quickly, his eyebrows creasing briefly at the awkward picture of Dare and Michael before he moved on. "I've never been to that museum, I've heard it's cool, though. I'm glad you two managed to get together without any problems." The picture of his food managed to earn a smile and a small shake of the head. "Was the food really that good?" he asked, glancing over his shoulder.
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Post by Dare Blackwood-Hardt on May 22, 2012 12:56:22 GMT -5
Dare's lips quirked. "I couldn't take pictures of anything else," he said. It had come on a nice plate and everything, all artfully arranged. So he'd taken a picture. "It was good, though," he added. "I told Michael I got the phone to talk to the Domme, and he was like, whatever, that's cool, sounds like therapy." There had been none of the hurt, or worry, or jealousy he'd expected, even when he'd told Michael the Domme was female.
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Post by Rhys Moreau on May 22, 2012 12:59:36 GMT -5
"That's good," Rhys said, handing the phone back to Dare. "You should put your food as your background picture. So do you think Michael's mellowed out or something?" From what he had originally heard, Michael was quite uptight. Or maybe Michael was just hoping that if he accepted everything at face value Dare would come home.
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