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Oh I'll keep my pants on. Check this out, Stringbean. Ragh!

[That suit? It's a tearaway suit.

He appears in the same suit again, but smaller]

Always dress in layers!

Aah!

[What? What is this?]

Have you just been up here wearing two suits on top of each other?

[Pause]

Why?

Yeah.

[he blinks, then looks back at the pieces of the tearaway suit on the ground]

Sight gags?

You're gonna end up with no suits left! Which isn't a disaster for a guy who wants to see you naked, but you won't be happy about it.

Bill gave me like ten suits! One for every day of the week.

You will never see me fully naked, Rhysball.

Yeah, and if you keep going through 'em like that you're going to end up with none left.

And don't say never, you might change your mind!

No, Stringbean, I won't.

Is that because you think I won't like it, or because you don't like it?

The second. I already know you're a sick freak who's into weird shit.

Orrrr, you have low self esteem and need a second opinion.

OR

OR

OR SOME THINGS ARE PRIVATE, STRINGBEAN. And you aren't respecting my BOUNDARIES.

I respect them! Just because I want to be allowed past them doesn't mean I don't respect them!

Well get used to your side of the wall, because this? This right here? You're neeeever going to see!

[Rhys sighs, all unfulfilled longing:]

The forbidden fruit...

Shh. No, no. Don't call it that. I've read that book, it's not a good book. Don't think of it as forbidden, think of it as never thinking about it at all.

[Rhys kicks his feet, expression turning a little more serious.]

Okay, so, understanding that I'm never going to see it and this isn't a ploy to get under your shirt: If this is really upsetting to you, I want you to be able to talk to me about it.

[softly, unhappily]

Jesus H. Christ.

I'll let it go! I'm letting it go right now.

I'm just also saying-- y'know. I don't want you to have horrible dark secrets that you can't even use to upset other people. I know this is just the pair bonding chemicals talking, but it matters to me that you're okay.

Pair bonding chemicals? That's a thing you people have?!

I mean

It's a thing your body makes when you cuddle with someone? It's not like I've been shooting up in secret.

So let me get this straight.

We have sex.

We cuddle. I'm a major cuddler.

And then something fires up in your brain to make you think it's okay to be all "hey I'm past this boundary now"?

Hey, I was letting us derail onto brain chemistry and away from your boundary. Out of respect.

But, y'know what? Kind of yeah?

If we're just murdering each other and doing one night stands then I'm not going to get invested in whether the shirt thing is a self esteem thing or a power thing or a trauma thing. But if we're cuddling and taking about our feelings and going on tandem bike rides, then I can't just ignore the fact that your whole chest is apparently a painful secret?

Edited 2020-01-12 18:26 (UTC)

I don't want you to get invested.

Cripes. Let it go, kiddo.

This is just one of those things that comes with people caring about you. I can leave it alone, but I can't uninvest.

[He glowers, but eyes Hange and the rest from a bit down the deck, and gestures for Rhys to come closer]

You really wanna know what's under here? Fine - but you have to keep it a secret.

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