Worth it? The corner of his mouth tilted upward, trapped somewhere between a little sad and a slight smirk. "You don't know that," he said, tearing into a box of corrugated coozies. "It could be a hor--" Dudley cut himself off as Desmond pounced on a box of his own. With a dismayed shake of his head, he pulled out the cardboard circles. This was a bad idea, such a bad idea. Shortening his time-to-done, wrecking his work average, speeding up his chances of getting out of here without any more snide marks on his backside.
He didn't know whether to kiss Desmond or kick him out before someone saw him and wrecked them *both*. He'd never forgive himself if the other man lost his contract because of him. Screwing up one life--his own--was enough.
"You...carry a blade around like some badass hoodlum slash treasure hunter slash scientist slash sky pirate, is that it?" The smile widened that time, just enough to show humor instead of his former griping. "I...thanks, man."
A first. It tasted funny in his mouth, but he couldn't figure out a way to retract it. Not when he felt like Desmond was being so cool about this, and literally helping to bust him out of an actual hell.
And he didn't have to. That was the thing. It was a little thing, but it meant...a lot. Desmond could have just stood there, out of sight in the doorway, not risking his own ass to shave a few minutes off how late they'd be to kick off this date-thing. But he was here. Helping. Even though Dudley *never* would have asked him to.
Dudley shook his head again and the strain in his muscles eased a little more. Had he actually considered the night might turn out an abysmal failure? Things were improving in strides already.
Two more boxes in quick succession, and then he had to deal with sorting some syrups for the back fridge. There was a lot of pointing, for the things where it was obvious how they'd fit in their spaces. The rest he did himself as Desmond unloaded the order. By the time they'd dug through each container and put everything up, Dudley was in a much better mood. He tossed his apron onto the stand and hooked his fingers in the straps of his bag. "Let's get this date on the road. So to speak." Dudley loped toward the back door, then held it open for Desmond. "After you, sweet cheeks."
He didn't know whether to kiss Desmond or kick him out before someone saw him and wrecked them *both*. He'd never forgive himself if the other man lost his contract because of him. Screwing up one life--his own--was enough.
"You...carry a blade around like some badass hoodlum slash treasure hunter slash scientist slash sky pirate, is that it?" The smile widened that time, just enough to show humor instead of his former griping. "I...thanks, man."
A first. It tasted funny in his mouth, but he couldn't figure out a way to retract it. Not when he felt like Desmond was being so cool about this, and literally helping to bust him out of an actual hell.
And he didn't have to. That was the thing. It was a little thing, but it meant...a lot. Desmond could have just stood there, out of sight in the doorway, not risking his own ass to shave a few minutes off how late they'd be to kick off this date-thing. But he was here. Helping. Even though Dudley *never* would have asked him to.
Dudley shook his head again and the strain in his muscles eased a little more. Had he actually considered the night might turn out an abysmal failure? Things were improving in strides already.
Two more boxes in quick succession, and then he had to deal with sorting some syrups for the back fridge. There was a lot of pointing, for the things where it was obvious how they'd fit in their spaces. The rest he did himself as Desmond unloaded the order. By the time they'd dug through each container and put everything up, Dudley was in a much better mood. He tossed his apron onto the stand and hooked his fingers in the straps of his bag. "Let's get this date on the road. So to speak." Dudley loped toward the back door, then held it open for Desmond. "After you, sweet cheeks."
Dreams come in a size too big so we can grow into them.
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