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ha

you're right tho.

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I often am.

Whenever I drink enough to reach that state all I do is feel miserable.

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im still miserable im also just horny at the same time or did you mean the too drunk kind

and isnt your biology wack from the time stuff or whatever

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I mean I'm only miserable. Can't remember the last time I was properly horny.

Probably because of that "wack" biology.

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oh ok ok ok. i see. huh is that why we never consum... consummated

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THAT's what's on your mind?

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well it is NOW yea

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Did you want to?

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... yea i mean. but if you don't wanna it's ok. i get it

[ Kendra didn't want him, either. ]

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Carter

Did you seriously want to marry me?

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well it started as a joke that was funny in my head & somewhere it got really serious

so yea I did

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[ oh god ]

Why don't you sober up first and I'll ask again?

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ok. but im not like mega extremely drunk

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You've drunk enough to want sex.

It counts.

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no i want you to rail me when im sober too

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what

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what??

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You're pulling my leg, aren't you?

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no i fuck around a lot but not this time

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[ This is quite possibly the most roundabout confession Rip's ever heard in his life. ]

I appreciate that.

Come here. To the galley.

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[ Carter never professed to be any good at it.

He abandons the texting without responding, though, and wanders into the gallery not long after. He looks like he might have been crying some distant time ago, but now he's flushed and warm with alcohol and hazy as he pads in, a little wobbly but no worse for wear. ]

Sup?

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[ Rip's sat on one of the chairs at the table-- his trenchcoat and his jacket are gone, leaving him in just the shirt and the trousers, and he watches his... husband, of sorts, wander in with eyes more piercing than they should be.

Scrutinising.

From his slightly hunched position, he straightens, head cocking downward a touch as he beckons him forward with his fingers. ]

Here. [ Legs spreading somewhat, Rip pats his thighs. ] Sit.

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[ It was all very funny until it wasn't, and Carter doesn't know when it properly changed over, exactly - he just knows that it did.

He ambles over and hesitates, suddenly very aware of how big he is and how small he feels. ]

... in your lap?

[ But he does as he's told, anyway, and sits, clumsy but mindful of his size. ]

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I'm not going to do anything silly.

[ Although, Carter's weight solid on him, Rip thinks the whole thing perhaps is rather silly in a general sense. He places hands on his cheeks, traces one down to his shoulder and to his side, and then wraps an arm around him as the other guides him to tuck his head against Rip's own shoulder in turn.

He's... hugging him, technically. It's not sex, not really, but he breathes the poor omega in and thinks about how miserable he must be without his literal other half (soulmates-- who thought that shite was real?). ]

Is this all right?

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I know, I'm just- heavy.

[ But he sounds quieter now, close like this, with his eyes shut as Rip touches him. The natural sweet is tainted with loss and loneliness and the sharpness of alcohol, but he lets his head be guided down and closes his eyes as he noses into Rip's shoulder. ]

... Yeah.

[ Carter mixes up sex and affection, sometimes; it's a thin line, and he seeks it out to feel loved and wanted. He doesn't think anyone has turned him down just to hug him before, and it's... nice, actually.

He doesn't cry, exactly, but he curls his fingers into Rip's shirt and focuses on breathing instead, tension slowly easing out of broad shoulders. ]