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| onyx | Apr 11 2010, 10:29 PM Post #31 |
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The touch was soft, but even so, startling to Sal. He hadn’t expected it at all, so when warm fingers found his wrist, his eyes jerked to the point of contact and his shoulders tensed, fingers jerking a little in surprise. But when he realized where the touch had come from, he loosened up almost immediately, alarm melting into something softer and less abrupt. Thomas had nice hands, Sal noted as he stared at it resting against his wrist. Clean and soft, with long, dexterous fingers. Warm. It was nice and Sal felt himself relax under the other man’s palm; rather than pull back from it, he found himself instead whishing it’d touch more of his arm… strange as that was, but it was true. He liked Thomas’ hand. Realizing what its purpose was a moment later, he did look up to meet the man’s eyes again. Maybe he hadn’t sounded as stupid as he’d thought he had… the brunet was smiling again at least. Not the same bright excited smile, but a softer one; Sal didn’t mind though. This one was nice too. And he could see the sincerity of it, which made it even better. His mouth twitched as he was teased, lips quirking off to one side in a slight smirk. It was hardly what he’d meant when he’d told the other man how he figured Paul was the smart twin, but he also knew the comment was in all seriousness. He huffed a humored sound, very aware of the way Thomas’ thumb moved against his skin – moving some of the warmth wrapping his wrist from the man’s hand further along his forearm. Almost like the brunet knew he’d wanted to feel more of it… He let Thomas retract his hand when he did, though he’d have rather it stayed. Not like he could admit that though, or even should. The fact alone that he’d wanted too was bad enough. He shrugged when Thomas mentioned his free schedule, Sal considering a moment with another glance into his half empty mug. It was Thursday today and Fridays and Saturdays were usually the business nights at the pizzeria so he liked being there to give Jimmy and Cecelia a hand along with just soaking in the life the place buzzed with on those nights… “Sunday’s are pretty good for me,” he nodded absently as he decided. “You could come around for dinner. Say, like 4 or 5? I got a place three blocks down from ‘Salvatore’s’; big brick apartment, number 712. Hard to miss.” He lifted a glance to Thomas again, “You could come then if you want.” |
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| passionflower | Apr 11 2010, 11:28 PM Post #32 |
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Thomas was quiet as he gave his dining companion a few moments to contemplate. Though as he came up with a date, the Brit was all ears. He was quite the stickler for details. Made studying for exams all the easier for the bright young man. Sunday. Four or five. Three blocks down from Salvatore's Pizzeria. Room number 712. He gave a nod and a soft smile. "Sounds fantastic," he informed. "This upcoming Sunday then, I expect to taste some homemade Italian food from the master himself," he mused with a grin. He lightly clinked his cup to Sal's mug. Within a few minutes the waitress brought over a hefty stack of pancakes and a small pourer of syrup, as well as Thomas' eggie in a basket with a side of sausage and of course the platter of fruit. He smiled up to the woman and thanked her. Once she'd left, he picked up his fork and speared a piece of watermelon and bit into the juicy chunk. He swallowed the bite before speaking again. "You're welcome to any of the fruit," he added. "... You might want to eat it first. Once you get a mouthful of syrup it will make the fruit taste sour," he chuckled softly. He got a strawberry next. Needless to say, Sal would likely begin to notice that Thomas was the 'slow and savor' type of eater. He'd take a bite, chew slowly while a rather pleasant expression came over his face, before finally swallowing. Honeydew, orange slices, raspberries, blackberries... Quite a lovely variety of fruit. Thomas looked quite pleased with the selection as he brought another piece of fruit to his lips, pineapple this time. "... So do you have some pretty little thing hiding in the wings?" he asked as his eyes lifted back up to look at Sal. If the brothers were as opposite as they seemed, it made sense to Thomas that Paul had been the refined gay brother and Sal the rougher straight one. Thus he was kind of surprised there wasn't some pretty girl flittering around somewhere. Little did he know there had been quite the trail of them in Sal's wake. |
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| onyx | Apr 11 2010, 11:52 PM Post #33 |
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Sal chuckled at the clink of Thomas’ cup against his mug and the playful toss of his words. He’d have to start thinking about what he’ll want to make… a dozen different things assaulted his mind in next few moments as they waited for their food. He could go for the default spaghetti and meatballs or take the stuffed peppers route. He could do one of any number of different things… and he’d need to look into some wine. He’d polished off his last bottle not too long ago. And bread he needed from good, fresh bread and could consider a salad… A warm tingle built in his stomach s he thought about it. Excited. When their food came, Sal smirked as Thomas invited him to his fruit, warning him about the order it may be consumed at the same time. Deliberately, he drowned his pancakes in sticky sweet syrup, cut off a generous bite and ate it. Then, he followed it up with a piece of honeydew. He made sure to hold eye contact with the other man as he did it, brow arched and mouth stretched in a defiant, baiting grin. He tucked into his own meal after his deliberate show of disregard concerning Thomas’ warning. It was good, the cakes hot and moist, the syrup thick and sugary sweet. He licked at his lips as he ate, at a faster pace than Thomas, but not necessarily scarffing it all down. He hummed his satisfaction over the meal between bites… turns out this whole meeting for Brunch thing hadn’t been a bad idea at all. When Thomas asked about a possible significant other of his own hiding away, Sal just looked up at him. Still for a moment. Ultimately, his face cracked, mouth tugging in amusement and brow twisting over his eyes. He gave his head a shake, “Uh, no. Paul was the romantic.” |
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| passionflower | Apr 12 2010, 12:08 AM Post #34 |
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Thomas had to watch as the defiant blond drowned his pancakes in syrup and then rebelliously cut off a piece and brought the sugary sweet bite to his mouth. The look that came over Thomas' face was humorous to say the least. The expression said, quite simply 'Did you really just do that?'. He then watched him pick up the piece of honeydew and bring it to his lips. Thomas couldn't help the little roll of his eyes as that defiant smile came to the blond's face. "Suit yourself..." he mused quietly. Idly he had to wonder if the man before him was like that about other sorts of advice in his life. Seemed pretty possible considering he was working at a pizzeria as opposed to attending college like Paul had been. Had his brother chided him for not doing more with his life? Very likely. And had Sal refused to listen? Sounded like a most definitely. All he could say was he was glad he wasn't his child. If he ever had a kid who behaved like that, Thomas wasn't quite sure what he'd do. Though kids were pretty far off now... Leaving the blond's stubbornness in the past, he watched as that smile made it's way over Sal's face, amused greatly, at the fact Thomas had made the assumption there might be a lover around. Thomas didn't look quite as amused. Instead he gave just a hint of a sad little smile. In his opinion it was sort of sad. Though Sal seemed pretty happy with his singular existence. So why be sad for him? Not like the man probably couldn't get a girl if he really wanted one. Idly he had to wonder... if he wasn't the romantic settling down type, which wasn't that surprising now that he thought about it, then did that mean he was... loose? He wasn't going to ask. But if it turned out to be true, it wouldn't really have surprised him in the least. "Mmm... suppose that works out well. I don't think I know a woman alive who would put up with that defiant streak of yours for long," he taunted him playfully as he speared another piece of fruit and bit into it. |
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| onyx | Apr 12 2010, 12:22 AM Post #35 |
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“Mm very true,” Sal let out a short little laugh and nodded. No, most women didn’t put up with him long, but than again, he’d never kept one around long enough for her to put up with much. Not that he was going to share that little tidbit. “Just to be fair though,” he continued as he cut off some more pancake and unloaded a forkful into his mouth. “Women have their own nasty little streak in ‘em. I put up with more than they do, I promise.” He shook his head as if exasperated by the thought. Thomas would be right to assume Sal was loose. Or, at least more so than his brother had been. A lot more, actually, compared to Paul. Sal didn’t necessarily consider it a bad thing, to him it wasn’t a fault or anything worth being ashamed about. Then again, he was biased on the matter, only considering his own opinion. To someone like Thomas, it was probably a loathsome trait. It was just… well, Sal didn’t really have an explanation for it. It just was what it was. Sticking to one person for too long made him anxious, made him itch. Made him nervous. He couldn’t help it. Head tilting like he was considering something for a moment, Sal nodded again, chewing at his mouthful and swallowing down some coffee before sharing. “Yah, I’d say women are definitely the complainers. Guys are easier to get on with…” he nodded to himself again, unbothered by his sudden admission to finding pleasure with either sex. He really wasn’t all that picky about it, apparently. “Paul was definitely the romancer though,” Sal shot a smile at Thomas. “Not that I need to tell you that. You were the one he romanced and all, of course you know that.” |
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| passionflower | Apr 12 2010, 12:39 AM Post #36 |
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Thomas watched Sal spoke of women, and supposedly them having their own nasty little streaks. Complainers and the like. So Sal definitely had been around the block a time or two. Though as he went on to mention guys were easier to get along with, Thomas found his curiosity hike up a notch. So was that a hint that not only was he into women but men were fine too? Heh... He always found bisexuals a bit on the whorish side. He was sure there were decent ones out there, but... well sure seemed like all the ones he met were loose. He let it go though. What did it matter to Thomas what Sal even did in the bedroom anyway? It was his own business. "... I wouldn't know. About the women anyway," he gave a shrug and a faint smile. "Only ever kissed one woman in my life, she was my date for our Senior year promenade. And it was nothing more than a kiss," he chuckled softly. Women just didn't satisfy his itch. And even men... well only certain men were his type. Men like Paul. And like himself, he supposed. Paul and him had been two birds of a feather. A hint of a smile came to his lips though as Sal insisted that Paul was the romancer between the two of them. "How right you are," he smiled a bit as he looked down, his eyes falling to the golden ring on his finger. Paul had been quite the romantic. He'd miss that. Hell... he missed everything about Paul. He missed the man himself and all he entailed. Giving his head a little shake, he finally finished what he wanted of the fruit for now, and finally cut into his eggie int he basket. He brought a piece of the cripsy toast and fried egg to his lips. He enjoyed the savory morsel, as he chewed and swallowed. At least good food was able to pull his mind away from his dead lover, even if it was only temporary. The waitress came by, and Thomas turned his attention to her. "Excuse me, I'd like another cup of Earl Grey, please," he informed. The waitress turned, smiled to the Brit and took his empty cup. "Of course," she nodded. She looked to Sal then. "Would you like a refill on your coffee?" she offered. |
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| onyx | Apr 12 2010, 12:55 AM Post #37 |
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Sal nodded understanding as Thomas explained his one kiss with a woman. He didn’t press for more details than he was given and he didn’t offer anymore from his end either. Unlike Paul, he knew his ways were a little… well, whorish was probably the only real way to describe it. He didn’t feel that way, but he wasn’t stupid enough to think everyone felt like he did about it. His uncle for one, Jimmy, he was definitely one of those many who frowned on his behavior. Cecelia thought is was funny, which was weird in its own way, but amusing for him when the daughter and father’s opinions butted heads. He’d tried explaining it once, the one time Jimmy had been brave enough to ask him what the hell he was doing. Cecelia called it being bisexual and Sal guessed that was probably true, but he never thought of it like that. Paul had always deemed himself homosexual, he appreciated the male body and that was that. No in betweens. Period. And he wouldn’t hesitate to let someone know it. But Sal… well he wasn’t straight, but from time to time certain men could catch his eye. He didn’t know what he considered himself… he sort of didn’t consider himself anything. He was just Salvatore and he didn’t mind where he got the attention from so long as he got it. Paul had never understood his reluctance to settle for one, be it male or female. His twin had always operated under the desire to find the one person for them, a soulmate or some such. Sal didn’t know if he believed in any of that, but he guessed he could stick to one person if he found someone he didn’t itch to ditch in a week or two. He’d yet to find that, so he’d yet to really believe it was true. Sal glanced up, chewing away when the waitress came around again. He nodded when she asked if he’d like some more coffee, nudging his mug over for her to better reach. “Please.” He nodded his thanks when she’d filled his mug, taking a sip immediately, once more enjoying the heat. “So, you said you’re here for a while, right?” Sal met Thomas’ eyes, licking his lips of coffee and lingering syrup. “Thought about what you might do while you’re here? I know you said you were lookin’ to talk with me and all, but seriously… unless you wanna hang around ‘Salvatore’s’ and watch me beat dough most every day, I’m not really gonna be around a whole lot. Besides, there’s better things to do in the city than waste your time watchin’ and listenin’ to me.” |
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| passionflower | Apr 12 2010, 01:12 AM Post #38 |
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The waitress took Sal's mug and hurried off to get them their refills. Thomas' attention went from the young woman to the man sitting across from him. When asked what in the world he was gonna do when Sal was busy at the pizzeria, the Brit surprisingly gave a shrug of his shoulders. "I guess... Enjoy the sights. Also... was curious about seeing where it was the two of you grew up. Any place else that Paul frequented when he lived here," he put forth his plans. He wasn't quite sure how long he'd stay around the New York area, but he had planned to stay long enough that he got his fill of Paul's past and his family. He cut another piece of his toast. "I suppose I'll also do some relaxing of my own. Med school is pretty taxing," he chuckled a bit. His mind was hardly in the right place to continue in his studies at the moment anyway. Closure and a bit of relaxation. Yeah... that was why he was here. "Course I have the next 8 months to do whatever I wish. I just haven't planned much beyond this week," he laughed a little. He leaned back a bit in his seat, though still kept his uptight posture. Oddly enough he looked relaxed, despite his posture being so straight. "I suppose I could also bother you at work," he smirked as he got another bite of egg and toast on his fork. "Maybe you could show me how to make a pizza..." he chuckled at the very idea. Who knew how plausible that way, but it still brought him amusement none the less. The waitress returned with the hot mug and cup, one of coffee and the other of tea. She slid them onto the table. Thomas gave her a nod of thanks, and he picked up some of the packs of sugar from the little condiment holder on their table, and poured it into the hot tea. He then picked up his tea spoon and stirred, causing a soft clinking sound from his spoon hitting the sides of the cup. "... What do you do when you're not working?" |
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| onyx | Apr 12 2010, 01:34 AM Post #39 |
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Sal slowed in his eating as he listened, watching the other man as he did. Hearing the things he wanted to do, what he hoped to do with his time here. He’d known it already, but he realized then that this man really had cared deeply for his brother. Had loved him. Still loved him. Thomas had taken 8 months off away from his studies, apparently, to… explore, learn and try to move on, if not forget. It was sad to Sal, though he didn’t say anything about his own feelings on the matter. Another part of him was also glad; his brother had been loved. By a good man too, it would appear. It was nice to know, if nothing else. “I could come up with a few places for ya,” Sal assured from across the table. He could do that. Personally delivering some sure all method for closure for the brunet, he wasn’t so sure of. He couldn’t do that. He didn’t know how. He hadn’t even really found closure for himself yet; providing it for someone else wasn’t possible when he didn’t have it himself. But he could make a list of places Paul frequented, enjoyed, and grew up at for the man. That was possible. Catching the smirk on Thomas’ face and the relaxed nature he’d eased into, Sal couldn’t help but return it. It was kind of infectious, he was realizing. He snorted a quiet laugh when Thomas suggested him teaching him how to make a pizza. “Not plannin’ to learn then put me out of business, are you? I can only show you how the Durante’s do it if you swear on your life you aren’t gonna hand it out or use for your own gain.” He arched a brown, grin teasing, “’Cause if you do, you realize I’ll have to beat you. Right?” He chuckled, shaking his head. When asked what he did in his free time, he sighed and his brows lifted high on his forehead, thoughtful. “Well… not much really. It’s not really work to me, I love what I do.” He shrugged, “But I guess… I do sometimes meet up with some old timers around town for a few games of Scopa.” He glanced at Thomas’ eyes, “Ever heard of Scopa?” |
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| passionflower | Apr 12 2010, 01:51 AM Post #40 |
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Thomas felt himself brighten as Sal assured him he could make him a list of places that Paul had frequented. "Thank you, Salva... Sal," he corrected himself again. Gah, that would be a hard habit to break. He cleared his throat then. As he was informed that a beating was in order if he dared to give away the Durante secrets of pizza making to anyone, Thomas couldn't help the chuckle that escaped his lips. "I doubt I'll be using those skills anywhere in the medical office. So... trust me you have nothing to fear," Thomas insisted. A pleasant smile remained on his lips. The brunet went quiet as he listened to what it was that Sal did in his free time. He claimed that he enjoyed his job, so that made the process of making pizzas all day not that much of a chore. He sure made it sound like he didn't do that much when not making pizza. It made the Brit quirk a brow, though a bemused look came over his lips. "I can't say I've heard of Scopa. What is it?" he asked as the curiosity was bright in his green eyes. He stole a sip of his tea. His first thought was some sort of sport. The next was a card or board game. His gaze rested on the blond as he awaited the explanation for what Scopa was. In the meantime, he worked on the last bits of his eggie int he basket, and he downed the last bite. The sausage too had disappeared, thus his plate was clean. He went back to speaking a few of the last bits of fruit, and bringing them to his mouth to munch on. |
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| onyx | Apr 12 2010, 02:02 AM Post #41 |
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Sal flashed an easy smile when Thomas confirmed that he didn’t know what Scopa was. Sal had figured as much. “Well, looks like I’ll be teaching you that too...” he shrugged a little. “Paul wasn’t too big on it, but I promise it’s fun.” He moved one hand as he spoke, not really pointing or gesturing to explain in anyway, just moving as he spoke. Inside of his wrist pressed down to the table and hand tilted up, fingers flexing while he talked. “It’s an Italian card game. You can play it was four people split into two teams, but usually we just do it one on one. See, Scopa is something like ‘to sweep’ in English. It’s kind of a matching game, each of the forty cards worth a certain amount.. you have to either pair cards with matching values or pair them up into matching amounts in order to take them. The point of the game is you want to ‘sweep’ the board clean of cards.” He shrugged again, smiling faintly. “I used to see the older guys playing in the neighbor hood on the way home from school. Badgered dad long enough he finally caved and taught me how to play.” Another nod and he sighed, “So I do that when I’m not working. And, uh… my cousin, Cecelia, she sometimes drags me to movies.” He paused in thought, “You should probably meet her at some point. Her and her dad, Paul and me’s uncle Jimmy. If you want to, I mean.” |
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| passionflower | Apr 12 2010, 03:12 AM Post #42 |
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One of his three guesses was correct. Not a sport. Not a board game. But a card game. To sweep all the cards off the table. Matching was involved. Typically two people played, though teams could play as well. Thomas made a thoughtful sound. Apparently it had been a game learned in his childhood. One he'd insisted his father teach him. It sounded oddly sentimental for a man like Sal. But it was nice seeing there was more to him that just face value. "I look forward to your Scopa and pizza making lessons, Master Durante," he mused with that playful air to his voice. Thomas was ever the curious soul. He loved to learn. And loved to try new things. New games, new activities, new food, and traveling to new places. Needless to say he felt that spark of excitement fill him. Seems that coming here, to New York, wouldn't prove to be all depression and tears. He'd been a bit worried that it would be. And with his first glimpse of what seemed like a rough twin of his dead lover, that worry had only increased. But thanks to Brunch... he realized the older twin was warm. In his own ways of course. But still warm. At the mention of meeting his and Paul's uncle Jimmy and cousin Cecelia, Thomas looked a bit surprised at the offer. But another smile then came back to his face. "I would love to." he informed. In some ways it was kind of counter productive. Why waste his time... absorbing in all of Paul's past? His family, his stomping ground, where he grew up. Paul wasn't coming back. Learning this information and experiencing it ... would likely just serve to hurt him in the end wouldn't it? And it wasn't like he was going to stay here. He was just visiting. At some point he'd have to return to Maryland to continue his studies. But totally ignoring what was left of Paul seemed to be the wrong path, for Thomas. After all, he'd tried to continue on with what he knew of him and with the memories they'd made. But it didn't seem to be enough. Thus he had come. This seemed like the only possible sort of way for him to find that closure he truly needed. The waitress came over shortly, with their bill. Thomas gave her a thankful nod, then without a word he grabbed up the bill and looked over how much was due. He pulled out his wallet then, and thumbed out a twenty. Rather cheap for such nice food. A few extra bills would be the young woman's tip. |
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| onyx | Apr 12 2010, 06:28 AM Post #43 |
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He smirked at the man's playful teasing, calling him a master. That was an interesting little discovery, finding out that Thomas Hayward was actually a very playful man. One look at him and most wouldn’t think so, or at least Sal hadn’t thought so. Too straight-laced and a little strictly dressed, Sal wouldn’t have considered Thomas someone who would enjoy ‘fun’, which he knew was ridiculous, but even so. He just hadn’t. But throughout this entire Brunch, Thomas had teased him and playfully goaded him. It was nice. And for someone like Sal who typically hated being wrong, for this he was happy to make an expectation… he didn’t mind being wrong about assumptions about Thomas Hayward. In fact, he was glad. Finishing the meal that he’d thought was going to be torture with incredible ease, Sal licked his lips clean as the waitress brought over their bill. He scowled when Thomas took charge of it and tossed out payment for them along with a tip. “What’re you doin’? No, come on, you’re not supposed to pay for us both.” He fished out his own wallet, craning his neck to see what they owed for their meal. “You’re the visitor. If anything, I’m supposed to pay for you.” Sal explained with a huff as he yanked out some bills to cover the price of the meal. “Keep your money, sweetheart. I know those Hopkins tuition bills aren’t a walk in the park.” He pushed Thomas’ money back towards him, replacing it with his own. The little endearment fell from his mouth without any real notice from him. It’d been uttered without thought, affection for the British brunet leaking out before Sal was even aware of it himself. "I can cover some pancakes and your toast... eggie... basket nonsense," he chuckled softly with a little shake of his head. He jutted his chin at Thomas once, nudging his money back at him again. "Save your money for more important things." Like college or whatever else little, big dreams he had, Sal realized. He was sure that if Thomas was anything like his brother, and Sal knew he was, there were at least a dozen plans and desires the brunet wanted out of life. He couldn't do anything about making sure Paul saw those desires and dreams fulfilled, but he could maybe do so a little for Thomas. Whether or not money was even an issue for the brunet, which Sal was inclined to believe it wasn't from the look of him, he could at least do this much. Try to make sure the money Thomas had went towards the things he wanted in life instead of a stupid little Brunch with a pizza flipping jerkoff in New York. The guy who'd loved his brother deserved to get what he wanted in life, and Sal found himself wanting to make sure he did, in whatever small, admittedly insignificant ways he could. |
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| passionflower | Apr 12 2010, 01:06 PM Post #44 |
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Thomas lifted his eyes up as Sal immediately made complaint over the very idea of Thomas paying for Brunch. Thomas found it kind of surprising really. He supposed Sal was more of a gentleman than he gave him credit for. As the blond fussed with his own wallet then nudged the money previously laid out back toward Thomas, the Brit felt himself making a bemused little smile. It reached his eyes, making them glimmer fondly. Though the sweetheart endearment caught him a bit off guard. It was something he was more used to women doing, adding words like 'hon', 'sugar' and 'sweetie' when addressing anyone, male or female, friend or lover. It tickled him, oddly enough. His hand reached out, and picked up the dollars he'd offered prior, and he tucked them back into his wallet. "If you insist," he gave a nod. He could have fought him on. Fought for paying the tip. Or going Dutch. Though surprisingly he had an odd feeling that Sal would have not gone for those ideas. A bit of a 'my way or the high way' approach, that seemed to fit Sal, in Thomas' mind. At the mention of Hopkins tuition he chuckled a bit. "... It is a bit on the heavy side. Only bonus I have is at the current exchange rate, two of your American dollars equals roughly one pound," he chuckled a bit. It made bills and the like a bit easier to take, that was for sure. Thomas looked back down to his tea. He brought the warm cup back to his lips, and stole a few more sips. Although the bill was paid, he wasn't quite done just yet. Or maybe he just didn't want to let the other man hurry off just yet. If he was even hurrying anywhere. He set his cup back down, and soon those green eyes had lifted back up to look at Sal. A warm smile came over the med student's face then. "... Thank you, by the way. For calling. And for this." he motioned to their Brunch with a gesture of his hand. "I feel a bit better already." he gave a nod of his head. It was generous of the other man, in his opinion. Especially when he truly did not owe him any of his time or his words. |
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| onyx | Apr 12 2010, 01:30 PM Post #45 |
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“Yah, I do insist,” Sal gave a nod, mimicking the way Thomas said the word. Not maliciously, just because really. He liked the way Thomas talked. He polished off the rest of his coffee while Thomas sipped at his tea, feeling good about this whole affair. And, yeah, kind of prideful that Thomas hadn’t fought him over the bill issue. It would have just turned into an argument if the brunet hadn’t relented; unsurprisingly, Sal had a stubborn streak in him. He could get down right bull-headed about things sometimes. And this definitely would have been one of those times, for sure. Coffee gone, he folded his elbows down on the table again and took to watching the other man once more. He wasn’t likely to admit it, but he was in no hurry to run off from Thomas’ presence either. This whole meeting had been insightful and extremely surprising – he’d been convinced this whole thing was going to be hell when Thomas showed up at the pizzeria yesterday talking about closure and Paul. But… well, his opinions had definitely changed. Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad. Hell, he could even end up with a friendship out of all this. Before today he’d have never thought making friends with someone like Thomas would be possible for him, but apparently he’d been wrong about an awful lot as of late. He aimlessly waved one hand and scrunched his face up, shaking his head once, when Thomas thanked him for the call and meal. “Don’t worry about it.” He started chewing on the soft inside of his bottom lip, glancing over the other man and squinting a little. “Yah, I… same. I think I do too. Feel a little better, I mean.” Rubbing a palm over one of his wrists, subconsciously the one Thomas had rested his hand on earlier, he frowned a little. “I’ll be honest though, the call… I hadn’t planned on it. I wasn’t gonna call you. Ever. But I couldn’t stop thinking… couldn’t look at myself in the mirror last night when I got home, shit like I hadn’t had issues over for a while now. Shit I thought I’d worked out.” He shrugged and made a slightly apologetic face at the other man, “I called because I was mad. I’d been, you know… I was fine. And then you showed up and shot it all to hell. I was real mad at you for it. That’s why I called really. That and because I was even pissed with Paul too, and how shitty is that? Pissed at my dead brother, because he didn't immediately tell me about an engagement." He sighed hot breath through his nose, unhappy, "So don’t thank me for it. There was nothing nice about it.” |
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