JPC and Angelo, backdated
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xp_logsAfter the fight with the Avengers and Thor, Angelo tries to take care of Jean-Phillipe. The conversation takes something of an unexpected turn (not least to the players).
Jean-Phillipe was relieved that other than his hand, his condition didn't necessarily require immediate medical care. And there were others with more serious injuries, so he was semi-content to lay on his and Angelo's couch. Of course, boredom was likely to set in sooner or later.
It always did, sooner or later. Angelo appeared in the kitchen doorway, drying his hands.
"Hey there. You hungry again? Or still?"
"Yes, but...merde!" Jean-Phillipe held up a trembling hand for Angelo to see, then swung it irritably to impact softly on one of the throw pillows. If he hurt himself taking his frustrations out on something that wasn't soft, he would almost certainly have a line of people glaring at him crossly for making things worse. "Somehow, being fed is not as romantic as the cinema would have you believe."
"Not when it's because you need it", he agreed, leaning back into the kitchen to dish up some stew. "But it'll only be for a few days and you know I don't mind."
Jean-Phillipe grunted. "Still. You may have noticed that I am not the most graceful at accepting things being done for me." He and his cousin went to great lengths of sarcasm and the like just to avoid admitting that they cared about each other, after all.
Angelo chuckled as he came over to drop onto the couch with the bowl in his hands, casually wrapping himself around Jean-Phillipe to share his warmth. "I've noticed. But somehow I manage to put up with it." Jean-Phillipe would know what he meant, he knew, though they hadn't said it in so many words since M-Day. "Just like you've put up with me in darker times than this."
"What is to put up with?" Jean-Phillipe asked with as much playfulness as he could muster, which admittedly was not all that much. "You make an excellent house-husband. You are a much better cook than me, you are warm and excellent to snuggle when I get cold overnight..." He chuckled. "I suspect my cousin is wondering when we will make honest men of each other."
"And I like doing both", Angelo said, claiming a quick kiss - then blinked, but considered that statement. "Angie might want to organise the party. But, I mean, we could. Now it's legal and all."
Jean-Phillipe had somewhat surprised himself with the suggestion, but the more he thought on it... "Well, we are certainly not rushing into things," he noted. "I am not saying that we need to find a judge right this second, but I am certainly not looking for anyone else."
"Good", he said, settling back comfortably and spooning up some stew to offer to Jean-Phillipe. "'Cause I'm not either. I know some people think it's just a piece of paper, but I always thought of it more as saying 'I want to be committed to this person and I can't see that changing'. And... I'm up for telling the world that if you are. I mean, I... I thought I might actually lose you this time." As opposed to thinking they were going to die together. "And I know getting married wouldn't suddenly make our lives safe, but..." He shrugged. "But it'd help people understand what we are for each other, if the worst did happen."
Jean-Phillipe nodded slowly. It was uncharacteristic for him to be this careful about his words, but this was not the average topic of conversation. "It is not as though we have to worry about being denied visitation the way some couples might. But there is also a world outside this mansion that is not so understanding." His eyes narrowed. "Perhaps shoving a paper in some of their faces would be more politic than using my fist."
Angelo nodded and set the bowl aside in favour of having both arms around Jean-Phillipe. It could always be reheated later, or there was more where that came from.
"Less likely to get you arrested, too", he said with a small smile. "And yeah, if it was the medlab here, there wouldn't be a problem. But if it was a hospital out there, and somebody unsympathetic or scared of getting in trouble, the piece of paper would be the only guarantee."
He was trying not to sound overly enthusiastic about the idea, but was distinctly warming to it.
"You realize, of course, that my cousin will make a noise that is not audible without enhanced hearing, and then set forth to do battle with every other person in our lives on the proper way to make our wedding into an Event." The capital letters were obvious in the way Jean-Phillipe spoke them.
"Perhaps we could elope."
Jean-Phillipe was relieved that other than his hand, his condition didn't necessarily require immediate medical care. And there were others with more serious injuries, so he was semi-content to lay on his and Angelo's couch. Of course, boredom was likely to set in sooner or later.
It always did, sooner or later. Angelo appeared in the kitchen doorway, drying his hands.
"Hey there. You hungry again? Or still?"
"Yes, but...merde!" Jean-Phillipe held up a trembling hand for Angelo to see, then swung it irritably to impact softly on one of the throw pillows. If he hurt himself taking his frustrations out on something that wasn't soft, he would almost certainly have a line of people glaring at him crossly for making things worse. "Somehow, being fed is not as romantic as the cinema would have you believe."
"Not when it's because you need it", he agreed, leaning back into the kitchen to dish up some stew. "But it'll only be for a few days and you know I don't mind."
Jean-Phillipe grunted. "Still. You may have noticed that I am not the most graceful at accepting things being done for me." He and his cousin went to great lengths of sarcasm and the like just to avoid admitting that they cared about each other, after all.
Angelo chuckled as he came over to drop onto the couch with the bowl in his hands, casually wrapping himself around Jean-Phillipe to share his warmth. "I've noticed. But somehow I manage to put up with it." Jean-Phillipe would know what he meant, he knew, though they hadn't said it in so many words since M-Day. "Just like you've put up with me in darker times than this."
"What is to put up with?" Jean-Phillipe asked with as much playfulness as he could muster, which admittedly was not all that much. "You make an excellent house-husband. You are a much better cook than me, you are warm and excellent to snuggle when I get cold overnight..." He chuckled. "I suspect my cousin is wondering when we will make honest men of each other."
"And I like doing both", Angelo said, claiming a quick kiss - then blinked, but considered that statement. "Angie might want to organise the party. But, I mean, we could. Now it's legal and all."
Jean-Phillipe had somewhat surprised himself with the suggestion, but the more he thought on it... "Well, we are certainly not rushing into things," he noted. "I am not saying that we need to find a judge right this second, but I am certainly not looking for anyone else."
"Good", he said, settling back comfortably and spooning up some stew to offer to Jean-Phillipe. "'Cause I'm not either. I know some people think it's just a piece of paper, but I always thought of it more as saying 'I want to be committed to this person and I can't see that changing'. And... I'm up for telling the world that if you are. I mean, I... I thought I might actually lose you this time." As opposed to thinking they were going to die together. "And I know getting married wouldn't suddenly make our lives safe, but..." He shrugged. "But it'd help people understand what we are for each other, if the worst did happen."
Jean-Phillipe nodded slowly. It was uncharacteristic for him to be this careful about his words, but this was not the average topic of conversation. "It is not as though we have to worry about being denied visitation the way some couples might. But there is also a world outside this mansion that is not so understanding." His eyes narrowed. "Perhaps shoving a paper in some of their faces would be more politic than using my fist."
Angelo nodded and set the bowl aside in favour of having both arms around Jean-Phillipe. It could always be reheated later, or there was more where that came from.
"Less likely to get you arrested, too", he said with a small smile. "And yeah, if it was the medlab here, there wouldn't be a problem. But if it was a hospital out there, and somebody unsympathetic or scared of getting in trouble, the piece of paper would be the only guarantee."
He was trying not to sound overly enthusiastic about the idea, but was distinctly warming to it.
"You realize, of course, that my cousin will make a noise that is not audible without enhanced hearing, and then set forth to do battle with every other person in our lives on the proper way to make our wedding into an Event." The capital letters were obvious in the way Jean-Phillipe spoke them.
"Perhaps we could elope."
