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FTEC - Saturday Evening [12/2]

After a close call on his way from the apartment down to the clinic, Wilson came dashing into the clinic sans his usual latte.

Somehow stopping at the Perk seemed like an unwise idea.

Moving quickly through the door, Wilson tossed his satchal behind the desk and moved swiftly through the back halls of the clinic to see if anyone had been dropped off already and baring that, if they were stocked up.

"Large, mean beings...I almost would have rather had the zombies, at least they moved slowly." He muttered.

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"Better than a bar fight," Chad said by way of agreement, leaning forward a little with his elbows on his knees, hands drooping between them.

"Yeah." Jude wilted and looked away. Maybe he was wrong and Chad just had been really, really drunk.

Chad definately recognized wilting when he saw it. "Something wrong?" he asked, with a bit of a frown. "I mean, aside from the whole leg having been bent in unnatural positions thing."

"N-nothing," Jude stammered. "Forget it."

Chad gave Jude a look that told him very succinctly that he was not going to forget it, but he also said "Okay," to show him that he wasn't going to push, either. "Sorry."

Eeep. There went the guilt.

Jude was quiet for another moment. Then the soothing effect of the drugs compelled him to speak, a low mutter. "Did you just kiss me 'cause you were drunk?"

The tacked on apology always worked. Chad had renewed his confidence in being one hell'uva practicer of the no-pressure pressure trick.

Of course, now he was being prepared to soon be asked to leave as he admitted with a slight shake of his head, "Nope."

"Oh." Jude didn't know if this made things more or less confusing. You kiss one guy, get hit on by one swan, and next thing you know . . . "Okay."

Chad frowned, sensing Jude's awkwardness, and feeling it edge a bit on him as well. "Y'sure you want me to stay? I won't take offense if ya don't..."

Jude looked at him, his hair falling in his eyes, and smiled. "Nah, bro. Stay. I like you." Beat. Crap. "To stay. Like you to stay."

Chad may seem slow, but he rarely missed a beat. He grinned lightly at Jude, at the hair in his eyes. "Good."

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