[The thing about Euri is that she's a creature of habit, and her sleeping habits are as regular as the others. That's how he first realizes, through the haze of half-sleep, that something's wrong.
There's a body behind him when one should be on top of him, spread across him as though he were some kind of massive stuffed toy. That lack of pressure on his chest and abdomen, combined with the fact that he's on his side, form the first part of his confusion.
The second mostly focusses on the shape of the body pressed against his back, spooning him affectionately. It's too large, too solid, without any cushioning up front. That's nearly enough to send him into a panic, but then the fourth thing hits him: it's embarrassing to admit, but after a few years of living in the same room with him, Pyro knows Bobby's scent. Especially when he's close enough for it to be this overpowering.
He is in bed. With Bobby.
That's when he wakes up fully, and all the memories of the curse crash over him like a tsunami. Letting out muffled, strangled sounds of horror, he pries away the arm around his middle and tries to wiggle out of the bed without having to climb over Bobby's sleeping body, because straddling is right out of the question at this point. He has to get as far from Bobby as mutantly possible without touching him too much in the process.]
[ They haven't, actually, but she's often the last name on his mind before he sleeps and the first when he awakens. After another mumble, he finally opens his eyes. ]
[And Pyro's out of the bed just as fast, pulling on clothes over his boxers and undershirt. He nearly falls flat on his face trying to shove both of his feet into one pant leg, he's moving so fast.]
But instead of doing that, Pyro calls up the network on his bracelet and starts going back through recordings. There's a lot about the festival, a few new people...
... and then there it is. Dude, did the lake just swear at us? He just tilts his wrist so that Bobby can see, his own head hanging.]
That's all you've got to say? [He immediately shuts down the bracelet before it can accidentally record this and everyone starts thinking it's a lover's quarrel or something.] We - dude, are you remembering what we did?
[He turns and wipes a hand over his mouth, as though he can somehow wipe away the past.]
Yeah, but it still happened. Don't take this personally, Bobby, but I know way too much I never needed to know about you now.
[Okay, so nothing serious happened. At least they didn't - no, no, he can't even go there. But there's not gonna be any more wrestling or roughhousing now that he's been (eurgh) held in Bobby's arms like that.]
And do you think they're really gonna care? Any of them? We're laughingstocks now. We're never living this shit down.
Oh Jesus. You have to talk to her first, Bobby, or she's gonna tear your head off. [Yes, he's actually showing concern for their relationship, because he's got his own that might go up in smoke.]
I'd offer to back you up, but - [Hands held out, because the end of that is obvious: Rogue probably wants to kill him more than she does Bobby right now.]
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There's a body behind him when one should be on top of him, spread across him as though he were some kind of massive stuffed toy. That lack of pressure on his chest and abdomen, combined with the fact that he's on his side, form the first part of his confusion.
The second mostly focusses on the shape of the body pressed against his back, spooning him affectionately. It's too large, too solid, without any cushioning up front. That's nearly enough to send him into a panic, but then the fourth thing hits him: it's embarrassing to admit, but after a few years of living in the same room with him, Pyro knows Bobby's scent. Especially when he's close enough for it to be this overpowering.
He is in bed. With Bobby.
That's when he wakes up fully, and all the memories of the curse crash over him like a tsunami. Letting out muffled, strangled sounds of horror, he pries away the arm around his middle and tries to wiggle out of the bed without having to climb over Bobby's sleeping body, because straddling is right out of the question at this point. He has to get as far from Bobby as mutantly possible without touching him too much in the process.]
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Rogue.
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Good to know you've at least gotten that far, man, but it's not Rogue.
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John?
[ Oh god. It's all coming back to him now. ]
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[He tugs at Bobby's arm again, trying to get free. Just make this stop, please.]
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Being in love with John, of all people, is enough of an awkward shock, but what concerns him most is another fact. He cheated on Rogue. ]
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Fuck. Fuck, no, this - did not -
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God, no. Man, we didn't --
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But instead of doing that, Pyro calls up the network on his bracelet and starts going back through recordings. There's a lot about the festival, a few new people...
... and then there it is. Dude, did the lake just swear at us? He just tilts his wrist so that Bobby can see, his own head hanging.]
No nightmares here.
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Damn.
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[He turns and wipes a hand over his mouth, as though he can somehow wipe away the past.]
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Calm down. It's not like we had any control over what happened.
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[Okay, so nothing serious happened. At least they didn't - no, no, he can't even go there. But there's not gonna be any more wrestling or roughhousing now that he's been (eurgh) held in Bobby's arms like that.]
And do you think they're really gonna care? Any of them? We're laughingstocks now. We're never living this shit down.
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I have to see her.
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I'd offer to back you up, but - [Hands held out, because the end of that is obvious: Rogue probably wants to kill him more than she does Bobby right now.]
ahh I'M SORRY THIS IS SO LATE
God. She's gonna hate me.
ilu!
ilu too!
Yeah. You got a point.
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[He's dangerously close to laughing, although not because this is in any way funny.]
These gods are fucked up.