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[Betelgeuse is again stunned into silence. He stares at Rhys, deeply impressed and touched by this weird fucking loyalty.

He laughs, just to break the tension a bit, and hugs Rhys' hand to his face]

Awwww-! Baby Bear, did you have a crush?

I've never been the other woman before. Oh shit, do I have to fight Elijah now for your love?

No, I messaged you in the middle of the night for a booty call because I didn't think you were a cute guy who made me laugh and I had awesome chemistry with.

[While he's here, he gives Betelgeuse a little cheek pinch.]

And only if you guys mud wrestle.

Come on, you really think Elijah with the perfect hair and outfit would let me mud-wrestle him?

[he laughs, grabbing Rhys by the wrist and pulling him closer for a kiss]

I've never felt this way before!

I don't know, he's a pretty hands on guy when he's in the mood. He'd probably ditch you for a shower right after though.

[He lets himself be pulled down though, leaning in close for a quick little kiss.]

Yeah? What exactly does it feel like, huh?

[Asked innocently. He knows you've been in love before. He kinda hopes that you also feel-- safe, I guess?]

Hey, I get that. I'm nasty. But I'd still fight him on his own turf if you wanted me to.

[he grins back, exhaling]

It feels like I'm happy. Like I could stay here forever and not freak out about being trapped under you and your, jesus, really fine bedsheets, holy shit, what's the thread count on these babies?

You're just well seasoned. I'm just going to hang in there and hope you guys eventually make out in front of me.

[Oh god damn you're so cute. Rhys gives Betelgeuse an approving little head rub.]

Well, good. You can stay here forever, as long as you go dry shower a couple of times a week. You don't get to just febreeze yourself and call it done, okay?

Pssh. Like I'd do that after being caught...half a dozen times already.

[he purrs, his head streaking in green where Rhys touches it]

You're gonna make me into some kinda sweet-smelling daisy.

Hell yeah I am!

[The green is a welcome sight after all that sad sad purple. More head rubs! Rhys leans in to give him another little kiss.]

You're gonna have to be careful working in the greenhouse. All that green hair, smelling all flowery you might start attracting bees.

[he kisses back; his hair goes back to green, from roots to tips. Betelgeuse wraps arms and legs both around Rhys, like a clingy spider boyfriend]

Hyperion-yellow bees?

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