[ Matt moves over and grabs his sports bottle that he filled before going to bed, handing it over towards him ]. Here drink this. [ He... kind of winces a bit because fuck he's on about blow jobs isn't he?
No, no it's fine. It's cool. He likes blow jobs. You know, receiving them. ]
Yeah well you'll find someone even better than that. Not worth keeping someone around just for their mouth.
[ Matt will just take that bottle right off him and twist the top before putting it right back in his hand. ] Drink some water Nate.
And you're going to get someone way better. Someone who gives a shit about you and thinks you're fucking brilliant. Don't ever let anybody make you think otherwise, do you hear me Nathan Jones?
Okay well I make a fucking mean cheese toastie. Or I've got some energy bars here. Anything you like. It's up to you Nate. Gourmet slap up meal for two.
Okay. [ He lets out a breath. This is going to be a tough one. He lifts an arm and wraps it around his friend, comforting.
Also polite reminder Matt has no top on. ]
Just take some deep breaths and keep drinking the water. It's all going to be fine. Let's just chat about something, okay. Keep you awake until you feel a bit better.
[He nods and takes another tiny drink of water. Yes, Matt is shirtless. He noticed. He's trying not to let the rest of his body notice. Good thing he's sad so he can focus on that instead of anything else.]
What do you want to talk about? [He's no good for topics that aren't of the "I just got dumped" variety.]
[The words that follow are...not easy to distinguish. He's purposefully mumbling and leaning heavily on his accent. Because the last thing Matt should be hearing is Nathan comment on what a good friend he's being right now. he would never hear the end of that.
In bed. [ he points out, laughing. He's not weirded out by it, which shows how far he's come in just the months they've been here. Once upon a time he wouldn't have known what to do. ]
Have you been eyeing me up while I sleep, Nate? You know I think that's a form of harassment. I'm pretty sure that's in the student handbook.
Not just in bed! [He sits up straighter, defensive.]
It's not like you covertly slip off your jeans under the sheets, is it. You're all out here in the nude. It's not a very big room. It's not like I have many places to look.
[ It only makes Matt laugh more. ] Defensive, much?
I mean hey, it's fine, like putting a nice picture on the wall right. You're the artist. At least you've got something nice to look at. And I mean you're the one looking, so you must like what you see.
You're gonna regret telling me that in the morning, you know. Maybe I'll have to keep my clothes on in future. [ He won't. ] Anybody would think you fancy me.
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No, no it's fine. It's cool. He likes blow jobs. You know, receiving them. ]
Yeah well you'll find someone even better than that. Not worth keeping someone around just for their mouth.
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It sure fucking helped, though. He was sweet. Or I thought he was. I dunno.
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And you're going to get someone way better. Someone who gives a shit about you and thinks you're fucking brilliant. Don't ever let anybody make you think otherwise, do you hear me Nathan Jones?
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Maybe. Or maybe I'll be one of those lonely artist types. Happens a lot. Maybe it's something I did.
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[ He reaches up again, turning his face towards him. ]
Fuck him, okay. You will get better. You will get someone that thinks you're fucking amazing. Loves the bones of you. You got that?
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Sorry for waking you.
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Also polite reminder Matt has no top on. ]
Just take some deep breaths and keep drinking the water. It's all going to be fine. Let's just chat about something, okay. Keep you awake until you feel a bit better.
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What do you want to talk about? [He's no good for topics that aren't of the "I just got dumped" variety.]
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Fuck you sound Welsh when you've had a drink. [ A diversion, the sort of thing that might make him laugh or at least forget he's upset for a while. ]
Like need a translator sort of Welsh.
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Could say anything I want about you then, I guess.
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Yeah I suppose you could. Why, what you got in mind?
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And also that his dick looks nice.]
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Are you talking about my cock?
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Not my fault. You're the one who just strips down without warning.
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Have you been eyeing me up while I sleep, Nate? You know I think that's a form of harassment. I'm pretty sure that's in the student handbook.
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It's not like you covertly slip off your jeans under the sheets, is it. You're all out here in the nude. It's not a very big room. It's not like I have many places to look.
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I mean hey, it's fine, like putting a nice picture on the wall right. You're the artist. At least you've got something nice to look at. And I mean you're the one looking, so you must like what you see.
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Oh okay my mistake. So there something wrong with it then is there? Bear in mind you've only ever seen it when it's off duty.
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Definitely.]
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Ah man he rubs a hand over his face.
You're gonna regret telling me that in the morning, you know. Maybe I'll have to keep my clothes on in future. [ He won't. ] Anybody would think you fancy me.
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