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Pyro. Yes. Now let me go.

[He tugs at Bobby's arm again, trying to get free. Just make this stop, please.]

[ Almost immediately, Bobby lets go, springing from his position on the bed. His brow contorts, as memories of the past week overwhelm him.

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. ]

[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.]

Fuck. Fuck, no, this - did not -

[ He grips his head with one hand, thoughts spinning as his stomach twists. ]

God, no. Man, we didn't --

[Alright, one of them has to find words here.

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.

[ His gaze falls to the screen, and his shoulders slump. ]

Damn.

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.]

[ He's freaked out, to the say the least, but not as much as John. After pausing for a moment, he sighs and shakes his head to clear his mind. ]

Calm down. It's not like we had any control over what happened.

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.

[ He's embarrassed too, but he shakes his head again. There's only one person whose opinion he cares about right now. ]

I have to see her.

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.]

[ Sighing gruffly, he runs a hand through his hair and glances at the floor. ]

God. She's gonna hate me.

Dude, you know what I'm up against here. Don't act like you're gonna get the worst of this.

[ He pauses, looking up. ]

Yeah. You got a point.

Just - call her before you show up at her place. And shower, fix your goddamn hair, don't go looking like you just rolled outta bed with someone else.

[He's dangerously close to laughing, although not because this is in any way funny.]

These gods are fucked up.

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ahh I'M SORRY THIS IS SO LATE

ilu!

ilu too!

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