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Of course.

[Not at the chapel, though.]

Where?

My room, Autumn wing?

I can come right now if you are not busy.

[there's a pause]

Yeah, sure.

Be there soon.

[He is not looking forward to this, but it has to happen. He hopes... well. He mostly hopes Marcus is not too angry with him.

He'll arrive at his door in a few minutes and knock.]

Marcus is up and on his feet and opening the door quickly. Not too eager, Marcus, you don't know how Tomas is feeling - you just know he's been...distant.

He stares at Tomas when he opens the door. "...Hey."

"...hey." Tomas's smile is careful. He doesn't know how Marcus is going to feel about seeing him again. Him reaching out first is good, but maybe he just wants to yell at him in private.

"How... how have you been?"

"I've been good. Er - c'mon in." He steps back, letting Tomas into his mildly messy room. There's paper and drawings everywhere, charcoal and graphite, and a fine layer of cat hair beginning to build. Rosita darts out between Tomas' ankles and down the hall.

"Thank you." He feels weirdly formal and he hates it. At least Marcus's room is nicer than what he had at St. Aquinas?

He'll come in and try to grab Rosita as she gets out, just missing her. "Damn - do you need me to catch her?"

"Nah, she's like her master. Comes and goes as she pleases." He tries a crooked grin? There's no need for them to be weird? God he wishes they weren't weird.

He'll clear a spot on the sofa, seating himself on the bed, the one thing in here that's neatly made. "So."

Fuck, where does he start.

"Fair enough." He will smile back, shy and uncertain, and take the seat Marcus clears off.

He leans forward on his elbow, his face earnest and open. It's his priest face, the one he uses when he's on the job. "So."

Marcus sighs. Unlike Tomas, he's looking down at his hands, all professional façade forgotten. He doesn't know how to - "About...a few days ago. In the Chapel."

In the fucking Chapel, of all places, Marcus.

"Yes. Um. How are you feeling? Recovered?" That seems like an innocuous plaaaace to start in a topic that does not have many.

"Took a bit, but - Think I'm good, yeah." He clears his throat.

"Look, Tomas, I'm....really sorry about what happened. I didn't mean to - to - " He's at a loss. He didn't mean to pounce Tomas? To pester him into letting Marcus touch him that way?

"You don't have anything to apologize for." Tomas is very firm on that. "You weren't yourself. I know what it's like to be pollinated." He's had two experiences with it now, one of them short and... well, relatively tame. The more recent one was pretty crazy.

He looks down. "I feel like I should apologize to you, though. You were vulnerable and I... I took advantage."

Marcus leans over, elbows on his knees. He rubs at his goatee. Hearing Tomas put it that way is - bizarre. Can't be right. "My memory's all a bit hazy from the pollen." He says slowly, making a face and gesturing to his head. "But ... what are you talking about, you took advantage?"

He cocks his head. There's a thought forming here. He's got that curious, dangerous look in his eye.

"I remember you asking. I figured, well, he knew I had to hear it to - to let myself do it." He leans further forward. "Tomas, did you ask me to," he can do this, "suck your cock because you wanted me to?"

Tomas puts his face in his hands, but his ears are turning red. He is so embarrassed - he doesn't want to be having this conversation again, it was bad with Hawke and it's going to be worse with Marcus, because it's Marcus. The one who actually had his mouth on his dick. "You were practically in my lap, Marcus, touching yourself because - because I told you to. Telling me all those things. What was I supposed to do? Anyone - anyone would have wanted it."

No matter what Hawke says about things people find sexy. He clearly doesn't know what he's talking about, because Tomas still isn't gay. Never mind the fact that he fucked three more guys (well, fucked Hawke again) while he was on the pollen again.

"I promise you, Tomas, when a pretty young lady in a skirt barely over her fanny sits in my lap, I'm just wondering if she's cold." Marcus' eyes glint. "And I'm not half so pretty. I'll bet there would be plenty of people who'd be put right off. But you-" his eyes slide down Tomas' frame, emboldened by being on the offensive. "You got hard."

He hasn't started to piece together what this might mean in his head, yet. What it could mean for them. He just wants to know if it's true. He wants to know if Tomas actually wanted him.

Marcus has a specific talent - he can see exactly the thing you don't him to see. It's one thing for Hawke to point things like that out. It's even less comfortable to hear it from his best friend. He glances up, sees Marcus looking at him, and scowls. "I'm not gay, Marcus!"

It's heated, but... he can't put any weight behind it. Not after the last few weeks.

"Oh, for pete's fucking sake, Tomas." He sighs, running his hand over his face. "Your latent homophobia aside - "

he's not gonna get mad about it

"I refuse to believe you're this stupid." He looks at Tomas sharply. "If you disliked it so much, then didn't I take advantage of you? That's what I was thinking, that in that - state - I'd forced myself on your good will. Because you're. Not. Gay." He snorts. "Never mind that I think we've both seen how you can bend."

--he needs to take a moment. Lean back. Deep breath, thumb digging into the corner of his eye. "Tomas. You didn't take advantage of me."

Tomas flinches at the accusation of homophobia - he is not - and glares at being called stupid. At least that's familiar Marcus territory. "Fine. Neither of us took advantage, we can agree on that."

He lowers his hands, picking at the sofa's upholstery. "Where... where does that leave us, then?"

Marcus stares at him. He's just - the oddness of this whole fucking situation is gonna make him laugh, shaking his head and looking down at Tomas' hands.

"Trapped in a fucking sex pollen fairy fuck-land with a bunch of other mad buggers and no way to get home yet." He shakes his head. "We won't remember this then. Dunno what that means for you, or me." He looks up, studying Tomas' face closely.

"Those flowers didn't make me do anything I didn't want to." He licks his lips, nervous.

He laughs. "Yeah, it's pretty crazy. I... I got hit by the flowers again. Right after you did. Different ones, ummmm, all I wanted was to... try new things. And have sex, of course." He doesn't kknow why he's telling Marcus. Except, well...

"It felt like a relief. Like if it's the flowers doing it, it doesn't break my vows, like it's not me. I don't know, it's stupid." His shoulders hunch. "I don't know what I should be doing."

"This doesn't exactly come up in the manual." Marcus jokes. He reaches over, his hand going to Tomas' knee. "I don't know if I can help you there."

He studies Tomas' face. Hm. "...That why I heard something suspicious in the Confessional the other day, though?"

No judgement. Just intense curiosity.

Marcus's hand feels very warm and heavy on his knee. Tomas tries to just take comfort from it, not... anything more.

He flushes at the mention of the confessional. "Have you noticed it came with an extra feature? A little... hole between the sides. Well. Not very little."

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