Around Atton's New York, All Day Tuesday

[suitably_heroic]

So, Cade was still here. And... damned lucky that Dane had the patience of a saint (or at least a guy with crappy coping methods and a history of poor boundary-setting), or he probably would've been out on his ass by now. Hell, Jack had thought about throwing him out on his ass a few times now. The crossing the streams was just kind of weird.

And Cade could be kind of a jackass.

(But he'd also missed the guy and having him here was a good reminder of their misspent youth and space he really was getting old, wasn't he?)

Anyway.

It was show day. And Jack-slash-Atton hadn't slept a wink last night, so he'd just be on the floor of the living room, where he'd been for the last couple of hours. Ugh.

[[ for that guy and some ocd ]]

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Re: Backstage Afterwards

[suitably_heroic]

Atton rolled his eyes. "Our galaxy is just a galaxy," he said. "Most people don't get into the kind of trouble you do and I used to."

Re: Backstage Afterwards

[shutupandkillsomething]

"I'm not taking up the family jobs of Jedi, galaxy running or moisture vaporator farming, so this is what's left," Cade said.

Re: Backstage Afterwards

[suitably_heroic]

"Krayt spit," At-- Jack said flatly. "You can give yourself whatever excuses you want, but don't insult me by expecting me to buy it."

Re: Backstage Afterwards

[shutupandkillsomething]

"Let's just agree that neither of us gets why the other is doing his job at all," Cade said, "and eat tacos."

Re: Backstage Afterwards

[suitably_heroic]

"No, I get it," Jack said, rolling his eyes. "I'm just hoping you hit your rock bottom before someone explodes your skull."

He took a bite of his taco. Swallowed.