Yeah but that's all that in a perfect world bullshit. In a perfect world we'd all have things we can't. Like you, you'd have some hot piece of ass bloke. And me... [ he grins, a little put on, like he's trying a bit too hard ] I'd have the hottest woman you've ever seen. Blow jobs for breakfast.
You think so? I dunno. I mean I'd like to but-- [ it's sort of unsaid, but the worry there is he'd be like his own dad. What if he was? What if he was fucking terrible? ]
I mean who knows right. Doesn't always work out that way. Plenty of time for that anyway. But you should do it, you know. One day. You'd be fucking great.
[ It's funny to talk about this stuff with Nate. About futures and lives when they aren't in eachother's pockets. It shouldn't make him feel sad, should it? ]
And yeah maybe when they're all grown up my kid can say to your kid that your dad liked my dad's dick.
[two weeks pass and Nathan ends up buried in his work, trying to finish up pieces before the gallery showing. It's a weird event, official with a certain number of tickets. Professors are coming, and some members of the art community that keep an eye on the young talent. But also just friends and family of the students.
The day of the show, Nate doesn't know if he can do this. He's so nervous. Practically shaking from it. They had to get their early to help set up, so now he's just hoping Matt and Lucy show up soon. He needs them here. And a strong drink.
Thankfully, refreshments are provided but not until the official open. So for now he's just fidgeting.]
[ They're there, both of them, exactly as they said they would be. Matt's even made an effort in a shirt he undoubtedly didn't pick. But he's excited, really excited. This is Nate's big night and he wants to be there for it, seeing his work up on walls for people to see, that's pretty damn amazing.
When they get there, together, and Matt walks in and over, clapping Nate on the back. ]
[There's a visible relief that washes over Nathan when he spots them. He doesn't say a word, just hugs them both- first Lucy, then Matt holding on for an extra moment more with Matt.]
[ Matt gives her a shove with his elbow. Even if it's right. Nate doesn't need to know that. Nor know that he went and got another new shirt for the thing. ]
So what do we do, just walk around and act like we know what we're talking about? Where's your stuff?
[He can't help but grin. Lucy is good to tell him the stuff Matt won't, but even Matt is always going on about how good his work is. Still, it's good to hear just how excited they've been to be here.]
My stuff's mostly in the room over there. [He points to a room to the right.]
But there's loads of stuff all over. You guys can check out any of it.
[He doesn't want to push them at his stuff right away. And okay he might be nervous about if it's any good.]
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[ Oh Matthew. He doesn't think that, not really. But that's what he was always told and... well it'd be helpful, right? ]
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[ But maybe other people can??? Yeah, perfect logic. ]
But people have done it though, right? Lived straight. Got married. The whole thing.
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So what about you then, what would be your perfect world?
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Settle down with someone. Maybe adopt a kid? Not sure if I'd be a good dad or not.
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I want three. At least. Two girls and a boy. I'd fucking love to be a dad. [ He's like 22, but he knows it. ]
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You'd be a good dad.
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I mean who knows right. Doesn't always work out that way. Plenty of time for that anyway. But you should do it, you know. One day. You'd be fucking great.
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[ It's funny to talk about this stuff with Nate. About futures and lives when they aren't in eachother's pockets. It shouldn't make him feel sad, should it? ]
And yeah maybe when they're all grown up my kid can say to your kid that your dad liked my dad's dick.
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You want to watch a film or something?
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[ And on that, he'll shove his bit of pizza in the box, and settle in for the evening with his bff ]
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The day of the show, Nate doesn't know if he can do this. He's so nervous. Practically shaking from it. They had to get their early to help set up, so now he's just hoping Matt and Lucy show up soon. He needs them here. And a strong drink.
Thankfully, refreshments are provided but not until the official open. So for now he's just fidgeting.]
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When they get there, together, and Matt walks in and over, clapping Nate on the back. ]
Hey, here you are. This is amazing.
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Thanks for coming. Both you. Means a lot.
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You're kidding right? He hasn't shut up about it all day. Anybody would think it was Christmas the way this one's been going on.
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[ Matt gives her a shove with his elbow. Even if it's right. Nate doesn't need to know that. Nor know that he went and got another new shirt for the thing. ]
So what do we do, just walk around and act like we know what we're talking about? Where's your stuff?
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My stuff's mostly in the room over there. [He points to a room to the right.]
But there's loads of stuff all over. You guys can check out any of it.
[He doesn't want to push them at his stuff right away. And okay he might be nervous about if it's any good.]
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