[It's just a little sandwich but it'll be good for the alcohol. He brings this over to set next to Tay, sure that the man will eat it without prompting. Drunk people usually do.]
A magazine? I didn't know I'd be good for that.
[It's not like he knows what faces look like on those covers.]
[Tay is so strongly expecting a denial of some kind, he mostly misses that this wasn't the answer he's given.]
Good.
[It's sort of a requirement that boyfriends should say that. Even his does, despite also finding other people beautiful in ways Tay would rather he didn't.]
It's like you're not even real. You live for charity, don't judge appearances, you take in strays,.. tell me something you do that's bad or I'll stop believing all this is genuine. No one is perfect.. besides me.
[He laughs gently then makes sure to take anything Tay has in his hands away from him. Moving closer, he goes to offer his shoulder to him with one of Tay's arms over it.]
Come on. I'll show you where it is again. Just lean on me and I'll get you there.
[It takes some effort but Tay ends up on his feet and stumbling to his bed. As they get in the room, he leans in and presses a drunken kiss on his new friend's cheek.]
Thanks, baby.
[Sliding onto the bed, he passes out almost immediately.]
[He gives him a smile then carefully tucks Tay in. After that he goes to clean everything up. Tay's clothes get cleaned and repaired fully, folded on a chair in the room. And on his bedside table is water and painkillers for any hangover that happens.
And then it's back to bed so he can sleep a couple more hours before he has to be up to take care of breakfast and the nursery.]
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Mm-hm. I could see you on the cover of a magazine with your high cheek bones and shape of your jawline. Your fiancé is a good match for you.
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A magazine? I didn't know I'd be good for that.
[It's not like he knows what faces look like on those covers.]
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[It's just a tease and clearly not one he means seriously as he predictably takes a big bite out of it.]
Why? Are you blind, Gaura Dear? Surely Henry has told you before.
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In a way...
[Not literally blind but a sort of blindness. Not that he expects Tay to remember when he sobers up.]
Henry does let me know I'm beautiful though.
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Good.
[It's sort of a requirement that boyfriends should say that. Even his does, despite also finding other people beautiful in ways Tay would rather he didn't.]
Much easier to keep your man if you are.
[Though not always.]
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[What is considered beautiful? What isn't? He truly doesn't have a clue unless it comes to things like plants.]
Honestly I never think about my appearance. Or really the appearance of anyone at all.
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It's like you're not even real. You live for charity, don't judge appearances, you take in strays,.. tell me something you do that's bad or I'll stop believing all this is genuine. No one is perfect.. besides me.
[He grins and laughs.]
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I'm hardly perfect. I don't even try to be. I'm just a person like anyone else is.
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[He starts to get up but doesn't manage to get out of the chair this time.]
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Henry's asleep. It's alright.
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[He sinks back against his chair and starts to close his eyes. Shaking himself awake again, he scrunches his nose.]
I don't remember where my bed is.
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Come on. I'll show you where it is again. Just lean on me and I'll get you there.
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Thanks, baby.
[Sliding onto the bed, he passes out almost immediately.]
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And then it's back to bed so he can sleep a couple more hours before he has to be up to take care of breakfast and the nursery.]