Room 121 [Thursday Night]

[bridge_carson]

Even though he hadn't been the one saying goodbye to everyone, the day had still been kind of tiring, from an emotional point of view. The fashion show in the fifth floor common room had provided an... interesting change of pace, at least.

But now it was much later, and the door was closed and it was just the two of them.

[ooc: for... well. i should hope that's obvious. also nws omg.]

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[soldtoarmenians]

"Nope," Xander contradicts. "Just got really... really... slow."

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"Clearly an attempt to kill me," Bridge says accusingly.

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"Oh, clearly." Xander does something with his thumb that's clearly an attempt to completely bely the faint sarcasm in his tone.

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"Yeah-huh," Bridge replies absently.

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"You wanted to watch," Xander points out, still decidedly not watching, himself.

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"Ye-" and his breath hitches a little, "-es. Yes I did."

[soldtoarmenians]

Okay so maybe Xander's hand starts moving a liiiiittle faster, at that.

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Fire alarms could be going off in the hallway, for all Bridge is paying attention to anything not in the immediate vicinity.

[soldtoarmenians]

Not looking seemed like a good plan a few million seconds ago when he thought of it, but now it's kind of killing Xander, and making him pay more attention to everything else. In addition to the obvious. Like the sound of Bridge's breathing, or lack thereof.

"Please don't pass out. That would be bad. Flattering, but bad."

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"...'kay," Bridge blinks.

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And of course it's that moment when Xander can't take it anymore and opens his eyes, just in time to catch Bridge opening his again.

"........."

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"Hi," Bridge says, a smile spreading slowly across his face.

[soldtoarmenians]

"Hi," Xander says back, except he's really only got breath for the H before, well, yeah.

Which is sort of why he'd closed his eyes in the first place.

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Well it's not like Bridge manages to last that much longer, honestly.

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When Xander can actually breathe again, he looks slightly accusing. "What happened to just watching?"

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"Um," Bridge looks slightly sheepish. "In my defense it was really, really, really hot?"

[soldtoarmenians]

Xander apparently has at least some blood left in his head because most of it rushes to his face. "Oh. Um. Thanks?"

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"And okay, if I have to go *one more second* without touching you, I'm gonna go insane." Bridge informs Xander.

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"'Cause I have the energy left to stop you even if I wanted to?"

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"Just thought I'd warn ya," Bridge says, before closing the rest of the distance between them. Which isn't all *that* much, but still.

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"And I appreciate the advance notice," Xander says, nodding and tightening an arm around him.

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"Glad to oblige," Bridge says, content to just *be*, for now.

[soldtoarmenians]

And Xander is too - well, and also to breathe, because oxygen = nice. To homo sapiens anyhow.

Well, he's mostly content with that - there's also the part where he kind of doesn't ever want to let go, but he can trick that part into thinking he won't, for a little while, by holding on tighter now.

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"S'nice," Bridge says with a sleepy sigh, tracing random patterns on Xander's skin with the fingers of one hand.

[soldtoarmenians]

"Yeah," Xander says, then, "Love you." Then... "Which you kinda knew." His fingers skate across Bridge's bare ones.