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[chris-hy-doyle]

kenxmatsui·:

for: @chris-hy-doyle·

There was always some type of ruckus going on in this city, it was both entertaining and annoying and today was no different. Seeing people surround a tree had piqued Ken’s interest, but a soft mewing from the branches had him guess as to what the problem could be. Losing interest as this wasn’t anything new, he briskly turned to walk away when another problem surfaced. There was an exasperated roll of eyes at the sight of a familiar looking face. “You’ve got to be joking.” The wallet guy, the name wasn’t worth remembering so he didn’t try, but the Bronx guy was playing good samaritan again, this time attempting to get the cat down himself no less. “Hey, Superman, cool it before you hurt yourself.”

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Chris was getting some grocery for himself and Brycen when he saw an old lady staring up at the tree, with the frantically meowing cat. One thing led to another, few moments later, he is climbing the tree with surprising expertise. Few more minutes later, few people gather around the tree, detachedly wondering what he is doing, and then staying for the cat. “Hey, buddy,” he greets the hissing cat once he reaches them, “let’s get you down.” Ignoring the cat clawing at his shoulder and arm as he holds onto them, Chris begins to carefully make his way down... when someone calls out at him. “Oh, hey, you’re that wallet guy--” he says, looking down to see the man who tried to take the wallet that wasn’t his with a lie. But just as he takes the next step down, the branch breaks under his weight and he plunges down to the ground. He instinctively spins in the air, landing on his back so the cat wouldn’t take the fall and get hurt. Groaning, Chris hands over the extremely disgruntled cat to the old lady (with some quick ‘it’s no biggie, I’m not hurt�� lines), and then walks up to the wallet guy. “I guess I couldn’t cool it in time,” he laughs, stretching his back, “so, did you go home safely from the last time? Do you need money again?” He asks with zero ounce of sarcasm or condescension-- genuinely asking that question.

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blueeyedbrycen·:

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In complete honesty Brycen couldn’t control himself whenever he was near the other. Christian was the other half of him whether he remembered him as that or not. Babe just seemed like it fit him, they used to say that to each other all the time. The simplicity of it just rolling off their tongue’s like it was meant to. “I mean I could call you Gang but again I feel like that just seems too formal too.” Brycen admitted. He didn’t want to call him Chris or Christian, he wanted to call him babe and love and honey and all the things he had done before. Christian was a part of him and he knew that even if the man didn’t remember their old life, he was certain that their attraction to one another was still there. God was this actually happening, did Christian just agree to seeing him naked. Was Brycen about to rip the other mans clothes off in the middle of the honesty room and not care if someone saw them? Probably wasn’t the best idea, but emotions seemed to be flooding in on him and the fact that Christian was this close to him made the hair on the back of his neck stand up. “Mhm of course we can afterwards.” Brycen chuckled a little bit pressing his lips harder against the other. “Yes we should get out of here,” he breathed back not wanting to take his lips of the others.

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Chris lets out a hearty laughter, “considering that’s my Korean family name... yeah, definitely too formal.” It doesn’t matter what Brycen calls him, to be honest. His sense of identity is all over the place, with two names he is still getting used to and the roles he is supposed to be filling. Like owning too many shoes he is not even sure if they fit. Chris doubts he is one of those people who obsess over sneakers... But right now, the only role he wants to fulfil is Brycen’s husband. It’s that simple-- he wants to be with Brycen, not just because they are on paper married to each other, not because the person he used to be was in love with Brycen. Regardless of the past, he wants to be with Brycen, now, as Chris who lives in the present. “Yeah, we’ll make it romantic, with a movie and restaurant and all.” He promises between the kisses, desperation growing in his words. The hunger in him raises its voice and commands him hastily. “But that can wait.” Holding onto tight, he pulls Brycen by the hand toward the exit. As much as Chris appreciates how the honesty changed their pace from ‘taking it slow’ to ‘let’s get out of here’, every second not spent in privacy feels like a waste. “Good thing they gave us a private room” he says, making a stride toward his room. 

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ren-tapc·:

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Ren chuckled, “it’s certainly a conversation starter. Though I don’t think you’ve really popped your stripper cherry till you’ve tipped. Which isn’t a drag,” he assured Chris. “After-all, I still owe you for helping out my dancer.” He just figured entering a strip club was very different from actually tossing a few twenties. Chris’ dead serious tone made Ren pause. He hated when people got serious. Made him feel like he’d done something wrong. “Oh.” Ren deadpanned. “That’s… sorry about that.” He said as if there was something he could have done about a coma. Ren shook his hand. “Chris. Pleasure. Name is Rentap Chendang. But everyone just calls me Ren.”  He raised a brow, “really? Well uh…” he looked around the empty club. Daytime was almost always slow. “You do house calls?” He laughed. “I am sure plenty of my girls have aches and pains they’ve been avoiding seeing a doctor about.”

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Chris blinks before asking, “oh, okay. I can tip.” He pulls out his wallet, though he is not sure how much he is supposed to pay. It’s not like there’s a percentage... As he ponders on the mathematics of tipping, the other mentions owing him. “Er, that’s alright. You don’t owe me anything, really. It’s just a few minutes out of my day and it wasn’t even a big trouble.” He doesn’t seek rewards or commendations. He just does what he can to help others, simply because it is something he can do. It was one of those things that just came to him naturally. Chuckling wearily, Chris shakes his head, “it’s okay. I’m getting by, one day at a time.” As much as people don’t know what to say about his conditions, he has no clue what to say when people say they are sorry for what happened to him. Saying ‘it’s fine’ is probably socially acceptable response, so he sticks to it but... is it? “Ren. Well, thanks for the water.” He gives a bright smile as they shake hands. “I mean, I’m no doctor or EMT. I just know first aids... but at least I can take a look. If they need actual treatment, we can look into free clinics or community centers. Places like that usually have volunteer doctors who offer free checkups.” He explains, frowning as he is rather surprised at his own knowledge. According to Brycen and his acquaintances, he used to volunteer for those places, so that sort of explains why. “...but I was mostly talking about cleaning and moving things. I can also cook, but I dunno if you serve food here.” 

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delphinahamptonthesiren·:

@darkesthourstarters·

Delphina was at the shop today, working on restocking some of their “new issues” wall. She had her sketch book open behind the counter but as she placed the latest editions on the wall she would flip through a few pages. Deciding which ones she would want to pick up for herself. She heard the chime of the front door and lifted her gaze to give a friendly greeting to the person. “Hello,” the siren said making sure to step into their view so she was seen. “Anything I can help you find today?” 

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Chris was stopped by the sign Hero Comics, and his curiosity was piqued. His therapist said he should think about getting a job and a hobby-- maybe he could get into comic books? The problem is, though, he doesn’t know anything about comic books except, lots of superheroes’ names end with -man? “Hi, good afternoon,” he greets back as the staff speaks to him, “I’ve never bought a comic book before so I’d appreciate some help. Any recommendation?” He considers for a moment and goes, “I like Calvin and Hobbes?”

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swearonstars·:·

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“Hey, no worries, man,” Kai flashed the man beside him a smile as he went ahead and placed his order, being in desperate need of a good hangover cure himself and what better cure was there than a dose of liquid bliss and relaxation. “First time here, I take it? And I was, yeah… Kinda was a shit show that one. But, trust me, they’re not usually like that. I mean they’re wild, but they typically end in less murder?” 

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“Yeah, I’m just exploring the area, and they have... lots of options.” Chris gestures at the huge menu. Watching the other order at least gives him some idea on what to get. And he is glad that he didn’t mistake the guy for someone else. Though, as the other points out, it was a bit of a shit show so being there wasn’t necessarily a good thing. “I sure hope so... it was messed up, what happened. I hope you didn't get mixed up in that?” He says, “but yeah, up until the lock up and people getting hurt, it was pretty wild...” He definitely enjoyed himself, and got to reconnect with Brycen, and the terrible ending did little to ruin that for him at least. “I’m Chris, by the way.”

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blueeyedbrycen·:

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Personally Brycen thought Christian could wear a trash bag and he’d still think he’s the most attractive person in the room. But maybe Brycen was bias because the fact was that Christian was his husband. But attractiveness wasn’t just about how someone looked, it was about how they perceived themselves. Brycen knew Christian, probably better then the man knew himself, or the self he once was. So he knew exactly how attractive his husband was. “Well you know there is nothing more then I want to do then spend time with you b-babe,” he stammered out. Damn it was he really reverting back to calling him babe. They were together but they weren’t together. It was complicated and confusing but Brycen had always call him that and he wanted to continue to do so but he wanted the other to feel comfortable with it. “Sorry I didn’t mean to call you that Christian.” the wolf looked down for a moment. He was already ruining things for them and he didn’t want that. At the mention of him finding him really attractive Brycen could feel his cheeks turn red and he smiled. “You think I’m attractive now, you should see me naked,” he blurted out. Oh my god what did he just do. God this was like the first time they had admitted to loving one another. It was like a dream for Brycen and honestly, if it was he didn’t want to wake up from it. He missed him, he missed everything about him. The fact that Christian wanted to do all those things made him want to do all those things, before he could even think Brycen let the emotions take control and he pulled his husband forward and locked his lips with his own.

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Chris blinks a few times at the pet name as the significance of it sinks in, and his smile grows bigger. “Babe?” He repeats, half-surprised and half-delighted. They haven’t been using any cute name for each other because... well, they are still figuring out how to have each other back in each other’s life. And Chris has been mindful of respecting boundaries... But the way that word rolls off his tongue feels almost natural, and he likes the sound of it too. “No, no, it’s okay. I actually like that. Better than... Christian. That feels too formal.” He was told he used to go by Christian, but... well, that’s then. He prefers Chris, which to him sounds simpler. When Brycen blurts out that next part, Chris gulps a little too loudly, his eyes wide. “I mean, yes, that too. Maybe we can see each other naked. We can even skip the date part. Forget taking things slow.” His own words surprise him even more-- what? What’s wrong with you? He can’t believe that is his honest response. “Oh, God. I mean, we can go on a date afterward?” Just as he feels himself spiraling out, their lips touch and Chris forgets how to breathe. He reciprocates with a tender, slow kiss, savoring the taste and the scent and the sensation and the warmth and... everything. When their lips part for a brief respite, Chris is a breathless, giddy mess. “Wow,” he reaches down to grab Brycen in their hand, “we should get out of here.”

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DATE: March 3rd, 2022 TIME: 03:13 PM LOCATION: Paradise Juice Counter

Chris was on his daily trail of walk/exploration, which is how he usually spends his days, when he spotted a juice place. I could use a drink, he thought to himself walking in-- but he soon got overwhelmed by the menu which not only has way too many fruits but also juices named after emotions... Whatever hipster trend that is, Chris knows he is not getting those. It takes him a moment to realize, however, that he is blocking the way for someone. Stepping aside, he goes “aw, sorry, you go ahead first. It’s gonna take a while for me to read all that.” He then vaguely recognizes the guy, which gives him a pause. “Have we met before? Were you at the Valentine Day Weekend thing?”

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ren-tapc·:

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“First time for everything,” Ren assured the man, clapping him on the shoulder. It didn’t really phase him that the guy hadn’t been inside a strip club before. Plenty of people hadn’t, their shame outweighing their curiosity or desire. It was the rest of what the man had to say that concerned him. “Used to be? I didn’t know they fired firefighters. Well, except the ones that are also arsonists. You’re not one of those are you?” Ren grinned, “I kid,” he clapped Chris on the shoulder again. “A water, easy. Free even for people who didn’t save one of my dancers.” He waves to one of his passing employees and tells them to grab a water and a vodka soda. Ren sits down across from Chris. “I’m not a doctor but I know one of the dancers back there is in nursing school and the other was a girl scout so I think she’s in good hands for now. I still owe you though Mr…”

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Chris gives it some thought before shrugging, “Yeah, you’re right. I can now say I’ve been to a strip club, which is an experience?” He wonders if he should mention this to Brycen, or if his husband has ever been in a strip club... And then his mind wanders off to Brycen and stripping, so he shakes the disrespectful thoughts away. “Oh, no, I definitely don’t like setting things on fire.” He replies dead serious, even though the guy says it’s a joke. One of Brycen’s roommates (the blonde one) accidentally set a table on fire once and Chris put it out out of reflex. He was actually shocked that they didn’t even have a fire extinguisher so he got one for them. He is serious about fire hazard, apparently. “I just had an accident and was in a coma for a few years. I’m still recovering from it, so... unfit to work right now.” He explains, just because he doesn’t want the other to think of him as a possible arson... Chris nods, somewhat relieved that the dancer would get some help. He realizes, though, he hasn’t introduced himself. “Oh-- right, where’s my manner. It’s, uh, Mr. Doyle but you can just call me Chris. Nice to meet you. And you are?” He extends a hand for a shake. “And really, I’m just happy to help. Actually, if you need any help around the club, I’m not busy or anything right now.” 

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blueeyedbrycen·:

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Brycen didn’t know how to explain all his feelings towards the other man, he wanted to give him time. But everything seemed so complicated for him, maybe he should have worn yellow instead. This was the man he had loved since he was eighteen, a man who had literally picked him up off the ground and put him back together again. Christian was everything to him and Brycen knew that sooner or later all the brunt up feelings inside of him were going to come out. Hearing the ping on his phone he pulled it out of the pocket of his black jeans and grinned when he realized it was Christian. He sent a quick message back that he would meet him in the honesty room and before he knew it there he was standing in front of his husband. Brycen face turned a little pink and he smiled, “Well you don’t look so bad yourself handsome,” he flirted with him. It was almost as if it was natural for him to do that, but also he couldn’t lie. “My evening has been good. Got to take a look around this place, hang out with some people i don’t normally hang out with but other then that I have been wondering when you were going to make your appearance.” 

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Chris suddenly grows excruciatingly self-conscious, blood rushing to his cheeks. “Aw, thanks, I tried... to look presentable.” He laughs nervously, looking down at his orange sweater. He didn’t bring many clothes to New York, let alone color themed ones; had to buy a new one for this party... Actually, this is the first party he has been to since the coma. And he is ecstatic to be here with Brycen. “I was mostly wandering around, talked to some people and, I wondering how to ask you to spend some time with me.” The words escape him like it was the easiest thing to do. It makes sense, though. He wants to spend some time with his husband and reconnect, and not just recounting stories while hanging out at the loft with Brycen’s roommates... no, he wants more than that. “I figured, we should go out on a date, just you and me. Away from your roommates. We’re in a castle and I like spending time with you. And you’re really attractive, like I still can’t believe we’re married. I know we should be taking things slow but I also want to hold hands with you and kiss you and...” Chris manages to stop himself, catching himself rambling. He should have stopped at the ‘I like spending time with you’. “...too forward?” He asks, cringing a little.

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ren-tapc·:·

When he saw once of his dancers hobbling towards him Ren already decided she needed to go home. If she needed to wait in the back with some ice till someone could come pick her up that was fine but he didn’t need a dancer making her injury worse by tripping about in heels. After he helped get her settled in the dressing room he walked out to Chris. Ren opened his mouth to thank the man when he asked the strangest question anyone had ever asked him. Ren started at the man, really looked him over. “Yes, this is a strip club. Or a Gentleman’s Club. Or a venue for exotic dancing. That last one is my favorite but it doesn’t roll off the tongue so yes– this is a strip club.”

The more the man spoke the less Ren was concerned for his dancer and the more he was concerned for this random man. “Can you look at it? The concept sounds novel to you.” Ren found himself just as confused by the man as the man appeared confused. He sat down on a plush bench beside them. “Why don’t you sit down? The least I can do is get you a drink on the house.”

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His mouth hangs open as the owner confirms his question. It takes him a few blinking away to process that he is in a strip club. He doesn’t believe he has ever been to a strip club, ever. Or Gentleman’s Club, or exotic dancing venue, whatever you call it. He now definitely feels out of place. “Oh, wow, okay. That’s new. I’ve never been in one.” The words just blurt out of him, and Chris detachedly wonders if he sounds like a total country bumpkin. “I guess so? I used to be a firefighter and they teach you first aids... It looked like a sprain to me, but if she actually hurt ligament or bone, she’d better go see an actual doctor.” Chris says, even though his expression suggests that he is surprised that he knows these things. “If she’s uncomfortable with hospitals, my husband’s an EMT. I can ask if he can help.” He shrugs, looking toward the room the dancer disappeared to. He genuinely hopes she is okay. At the offer of the seat and drink, Chris sits down meekly. “Aw, thank you. I’d appreciate some water, actually.” 

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DATE: February 12th, 2022 TIME: 07:46 PM LOCATION: Honesty Room

Today has been rather weird for him. Chris wasn’t entirely sure what he was supposed to do (which, honestly, is a general theme of his life at this point). All these events were related to dating or activities for couples... which, he has no idea where he and Brycen stands on this. Yes, they are still married on paper and have spent time together, but they are stuck in this weird limbo of ‘what are we?’ If he remembered his high school days he would have said this is so high school... And at some point at the evening, he decided it was pointless in standing around and waiting. So Chris just texted Brycen to meet him at the Honesty Room. He was ready to be as direct and honest as possible, but his plan is thrown out of windows when Brycen walks in dressed like that. “Hey, um, wow, you look... amazing.” Chris stammers before zoning out for a moment, and ends up with “...I completely forgot what I was gonna say. How’s-- how’s your evening?”

@blueeyedbrycen​

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frccdxm​:

@chris-hy-doyle​ 

Hayden hadn’t expected to run into Chris here, she was still getting used to the idea that he was walking around the city. The guilt over not being able to have gone to see him yet was growing in her as she walked over to him, an awkward smile on her face. “Chris, wow it’s so good to see you around,” she said genuinely. “How have you been? I’m sorry I haven’t been to see you yet, life got…hectic,” she sighed thinking of her past few months. But before that, before Chris had woken up, she had gone to visit him regularly, she wondered if he even knew that. 

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Chris isn’t entirely sure why he was invited to this big party. To be perfectly honest, he only barely understands the point of Valentine’s Day. Why do you need a specific day of the year to celebrate love when you can do it any day? But Brycen is attending it so he figured he should too. His clear purpose didn’t dispel how out of place he felt overall. As he stands around awkwardly like a maypole, someone approaches him and it takes him a moment to recognize her. “Hayden, right? From work?” He recalls from the work-related pictures and social media pages. From what he gathered, Hayden was his friend in and outside the work. “Oh, no worries. I’m sorry I didn’t reach out first. I’m still getting the hang of... well, everything.” He was supposed to check in with the station about his situations, but his career became less of a priority because his personal life is already in a shamble. “So... how have you been? I feel like I’ve missed a lot when I was asleep for 3 years.” Chris lets out a soft chuckle.

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wxtchxnghoir·:

Kenan couldn’t help but chuckle at the description of ‘ directionally challenged. “ Well, at least you know to avoid those places. Most people don’t.” And that went for all species as if they were just drawn to places that were filled with danger or that would ultimately harm them. Even himself sometimes, perhaps it was just how they were all wired.  This man however did seem – for the most part– to have a good sense of things. that would serve him well in the long run. At the compliment, Kenan gave him a nod. “ It’s nothing, I would hope someone would do that for me if I were in your position.” But he’s lived here for too long to ever be lost. Unlike the stranger in front of him, Kenan had always had a good sense of direction. Getting lost was not something he ever had to worry about. Looking towards his coworkers, he gave a nod. “ I am, but not so busy that I can’t walk you towards the subway.” Pulling out his phone, fingers flew over the screen as he sent a message to his secretary.  Just so they knew that he would be late coming back from lunch. With the message sent, he pocketed his phone, offer Chris a smile, “Kenan, nice to meet you, Chris.” Tapping him on the shoulder and pointing in the opposite direction, “ Subway is this way .” he chuckled now taking the lead on their little journey. 

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Chris laughs along lightly. “I think most people don’t get lost as often as I do, though, what with the maps in their phones.” He theoretically knows how to use the map and navigation apps, but even with their help, he still somehow manages to get lost. “It’s not nothing, you’re helping me out. Although I do like that perspective, treat others as you want to be treated.” At least that is the bottom line for him. He would still try to help people even if they don’t reciprocate. “But yeah. Thank you for making time to help me.” He offers a warm smile, genuinely grateful for the act of kindness. “Nice meet you too, Kenan.” Following the other man toward the direction of the subway, Chris types with one hand the name ‘Kenan’ and a note ‘hotdog stand, helped me with directions’. He doesn’t think he would forget Kenan’s face that easily, but he has learned that he has difficulties connecting names to it. Writing it down helps. “So... what kind of work do you do, if you don’t mind me asking? Just ‘cause you look kinda important, I don’t know how else to put it.” He blurts out the question. 

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lance-a-lark·:

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“Of course, happy to have you.” Lark pats him on the shoulder, “Well I definitely can help you keep busy.” When Christian flips the question on Lark he pauses, fighting of the urge to show the strain of emotion, “Oh thanks, mate. This place is definitely a labor of love, but yeah, I’m uh…” he clears his throat and nods somberly, “also just trying to keep busy. This is a good day for it. Mondays at Eleanor’s, you don’t have time to think about yourself.” He looks around, for areas he needs help with. “Yes absolutely!” He says as he leads Christian through the restaurant, “Right this way, you can help set up the tables for now, we’ll definitely need all hands on deck once people start showing up.”

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“That’d be nice, yeah. I’ve been looking for projects to do.” It is a shame that he doesn’t remember much about their friendship, the way it all just got unraveled and disappeared in his brain. Chris immediately intuits that Lark is... a kindhearted person, from the way he carries himself and speaks. He also reads the strings of emotions knotted beneath Lark’s chest, but he doesn’t point it immediately. He also casually notes that Lark is British... “Yeah, sometimes it’s good to focus on work. It helps clear your head.” He agrees with a light chuckle. “But it’s also important not to let things fester, like stress or emotions. At least that’s what my therapist says.” Nodding as he follows Lark into the restaurant, he thinks for a moment that the place feels vaguely familiar. He probably has been here before, even if he can’t remember it. “Right, tables. Should I move them or just set down dishes?” He asks, taking off his jacket and looks for a place to set it before getting to work.

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ruairimcallisterx·:

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Time and time again, Ruairi had been told that he was far too nice for his own good, and he didn’t quite understand what that meant. But after meeting Chris and talking with him, Ruairi got it. Because Chris was the same way. He just wanted to help people and be nice. That was exactly how Ruairi was. He never wanted anything in return. He just wanted to help. And one day, he was certain, it would come and bite him in the ass because it would probably get him into trouble. He really hoped that would never be the case for Chris. The guy needed a break, honestly.

“Oh, t'ank you, Chris. T'at’s very kind. But I should be alright. I know t'e tactics to get over it.” He laughed. It would be a real shame if Ruairi couldn’t get himself out his own stress when it was literally his job to help others with it. Plus, Ruairi wasn’t too concerned about it. He would get over it eventually. He always did.

He listened intently as the other spoke, slowly chewing on his piece of pizza, nodding, “T'at sounds like good places to start.” He said with a shrug, “I couldn’t imagine doing what you’re doing so I really commend you, Chris.” He said with the utmost honesty, “I know you have your ot'er t'erapist but if you need help with anyt'ing outside t'e office, please. Let me know. I know a t'ing or two about starting over, I like to t'ink.” He smiled softly, “Where do you live at? Do you remember anyt'ing about the Boroughs?” He asked, hoping he wasn’t digging too deep into his personal life.

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Chris can sense the genuine concern and a tinge of curiosity from the other. He supposes he has that effect on people. Not sure about before the accident, but at least now everyone sort of acts like he would collapse and slip into coma again if they don’t keep an eye on him. He understands why, and he does appreciate the concern. It’s just that, sometimes he feels as though people don’t trust him with... well, himself. He may be confused and relearning many aspects of his life, but he is not incapable. That has been the greatest source of his frustration lately, not that Chris has ever expressed it directly to anyone other than his therapist. “What kind of tactics?” He asks, actually curious on how Ruairi deals with stress. Perhaps he can learn from the other a little. Chris just laughs weakly with the commendation, “I don’t know if it’s anything to be commended. Just trying to get by, one day at a time... But thank you.” He gives a soft smile before biting into the pizza. “Aw, you’re too kind. I’ll definitely take you up on that if something comes up. I’m still getting used to, well, pretty much everything.” He says. “Well, I’m staying in the Bronx, got an apartment near Brycen’s... Erm, I know of the boroughs, generally speaking. That doesn’t stop me from getting lost, though. But I think it’s less memories, more I just suck at directions.”

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blueeyedbrycen·:

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Brycen knew Christian was right about everything, he of course didn’t know how he felt because Christian had no recollection of their life before the accident. It was hard to think about everything but Brycen wouldn’t change anything that happened. He loved this man, he loved everything there was about him, his smile, his laugh, his hair, god and so many other things. A smile formed his lips as he thought about the moment Christian and himself had met, this moment almost felt like they were meeting all over again, except Brycen had all these memories and Christian had none. “All I know Christian is that seeing you here is something I had dreams about, three years worth of them and no you can’t figure out what to say right now, but that’s okay.” he gave him half smile. Feeling his husbands hands on him just felt so surreal, his instant reaction was to push the man down onto the bed and kiss him but he couldn’t do that, Brycen knew that. His smile grew wider at the mention of staying as long as he wanted, that’s all Brycen wanted in the first place.

Watching closely he felt like his heart was going to jump out of his chest. This scene always played in his head over and over again like it was yesterday. Christian standing at the counter cooking for them and Brycen just watching him trying to look all cute and innocent. “Listen we don’t always eat take-out but I mean I work a lot of shifts, so I usually just end up eating take out.” he shrugged, the only time he didn’t eat take out since Christian was in a coma was whenever Eliot cooked but sometimes his schedule was different. Brycen couldn’t quite understand how Christian was feeling right now, he had all these people that knew him but he had no recollection of them. “I get that, but trust me Lysander and Eliot are amazing people. I don’t think I would have survived the last three years or whatever without them especially on the bad days.” he admitted. When the shifts were bad, he knew that his friends could always cheer him up, they just seemed to know what to say. A laugh escaped his mouth at the mention of Lys saying it had it’s charmed, it really kind of did especially when three grown adult men lived here. “Oh really that’s amazing…” he was happy to hear that, “I mean the fact that it’s small sucks but it’s better then nothing. I thought you would have stayed longer with your parents. Sure your mother would have loved that.” Brycen added. “If you need anything though, like I can help you out,” he urged trying to think of something. “Oh yeah seems like a good idea.”

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His lips part but no word comes out. Whether or not he is an empath, he can’t even begin to fathom the depth of love and dedication Brycen has for him... for the man he used to be. It is evident like an open wound, in the way Brycen looks at him, the way he speaks to him, and the way responds to the simplest of touch. He can even read the wants and needs in those blue eyes. But it is not his to take, however tempted he is to just... act on the instinct he didn’t know he had. To lean in for a kiss and run his hand through that hair. Something his body, or maybe his soul, remembers. But he refrains, pulling back with the apologetic smile.

“Right... ‘cause you work as an EMT. Well, maybe I should cook you more often from now on, then.” Chris glances over the shoulder with a smile as he gets the heat going on the surprisingly well-maintained skillet. He tosses in the marinated beef, and soon it sizzles with the garlicy, sweet soy sauce smell. He lets it sit for that nice char on the meat. “Yeah, I trust your judgment. I mean, you married me, so I should believe in your instinct, right?” He jokes, even though he has learned humor is not his strongest suit. Some might say he is trying a little too hard but he doesn’t care-- trying always pays off, one way or the other. He tosses in the vegetable into the pan as well and says, “and I’m just glad you had people in your corner. My parents, well, they talked about you every day since I woke up, basically. I don’t think they were joking when they referred to you as their favorite son...” He trails off, pouring the rest of the marinade to the pan to boil it down to sauce. Turning around with his hip leaned against the counter, he can’t help but smile at the other’s laughter. It’s just... difficult not to grin when he looks at Brycen. “Apparently that’s New York-- and I was supposed to stay with them but... I wanted to, er, see you again.” He gives a sheepish smile. He fishes out his phone from the pocket and places it in front of Brycen. “Same goes for you. If you need anything, just... call me, or text me, whichever you prefer. It’s not like I have more important things to do.”