IC Inbox for Apocalypse Now

[energyfieldgood]

"This is McKay. Leave a message if it's important. And I stress. Important.
Don't make me call you back and reiterate what important means."

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[energyfieldgood]

What? No! I didn't say that. I didn't say that at all? You can't just-- hmmh!

[And that's another kiss and it shuts him up. In a good way, though. The best way? His complaints fade away into a soft hum and he leans against John, feeling himself relax, feeling some of that that fear from the hollow emptiness in his mind ease.]

... That counts as something.

[For a lot you'll have to do it again.

And again.

And maybe again after that?]

[ferriswheelsandfootball]

Only just something?

[The look on John’s face suggests there will be no shortage of this. There’s something impossibly soft, impossibly tender, all the things he can’t say out loud are just there, on his face.

He holds him (with his non-claw hand) as he leans in, and kisses the top of his hair.

There’s a pleasant rumbling in his throat that sounds an awful lot like a purr.]

You’re never gonna let me live this down, are you?

[energyfieldgood]

Absolutely not. Why would I if get this in return?

[He sounds just this side of smug about it. Honestly, he's gonna milk it to death. There better be lots of smooches like this in the near future.

But then there's a sigh and he nestles against him.

There's a pause and he's uncharacteristically quiet for a moment.]

What if it happens again?

[It's soft, almost inaudible.]

I don't want to forget this.

[ferriswheelsandfootball]

I mean, you could get this without having to bring this up, y’know.

[He’s just saying. He runs circles gently against Rodney’s back as he leans his head against his.

Oh.

That’s a horrible thought.]

Then I’ll remind you.

[He looks into Rodney’s eyes, nothing but adamant conviction in his.]

I won’t let you forget.

[energyfieldgood]

[Then I'll remind you, John says, and he smiles, humming his approval.]

Okay.

Wait, let me just...

[... "note that down", he mumbles, pulling out the notebook and jotting down some keywords under the meeting he wrote down earlier.

john brought guilt snacks because he thought I was a rabbit and chased me (weird)
will remind me if i forget stuff again

And then, a little under that,

john is my boyfriend]

[ferriswheelsandfootball]

[John blinks, peering down as Rodney scribbles in his notebook.

Weird, huh? Like, it was weird but it's like, you don't need to point it out--

john is my boyfriend

Oh.

Somehow, seeing it written down like that just...makes it even more real. Sometimes he can't believe that it is real, that Rodney doesn't hate him. After everything he's done to him, he just...

...he stays.

John kisses the top of his hair again, nestling his face in it.]

I won't let you forget that, either.