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-Owen supposes that maybe this was a long time coming. Not too long, but he'd recognized himself pulling away more than once before, and now that he was finally letting ago; yeah, he agreed, this was a great idea. A bit of a laugh, and he nods, nuzzling at Jason's cheek, fingers giving his waist a bit of a squeeze.- 

I'm a freakin' genius. I thought you knew that.

-After a moment he can't help pulling back a bit, almost bashful in a way he won't admit to. Sure he knew this was okay, but this was still Jay, and as much as he liked to think he knew him, he didn't know if Jason was going to like some clinging dude nuzzling and kissing him for the next hour. Of course he still lingers close, he's enjoying that too much to give it up. -

But I'm glad you like it. 

-And maybe he's smiling a bit like an idiot, something he tries to hide when he glances away, licking at his lips.-

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↳ Garrett Hedlund & Harry Lloyd as Owen Mercer & Jason Todd

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-The hand in his hair was definitely a problem. Owen wasn't the best at resisting impulses, and whether Jason knew it or not, he was a little too good at finding Owen's weaknesses. He lets out a low, quiet, pleased sound, head pushing against Jason's hand with a slight nuzzle, and he didn't care how embarrassing this was shaping up to be because wow he's needed something like this for a while.- 

You're still a jackass.

-There's no actual heat behind his words, they're barely a mumble. And his hands are finally coming out of his pockets, settling on Jason's hips and tugging him closer, close enough that he can close his eyes and lean into another kiss that isn't as chaste and nervous as before. It's slow, lazy, and gives him time to mull over the thought that he's kissing Jason fucking Todd.-

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Ahuh.

-Now he's definitely feeling a bit stupid, because there's no witty comeback shooting out of his mouth when Jason is doing-- that. The closeness is distracting, to say the least, as is the hand that's just barely touching him at all. This is weird, and he's starting to realize it's because Jay is playing his part.-

-Owen is used to being the one flirting and touching, trying- and usually failing -to make some sort of advances on whoever he happens to be interested in. And now there's someone playing his game and he's frozen, embarrassed, staring at Jason with furrowed brow because the fuck is he supposed to do now? He figures, before he loses his nerve, the best plan of action is to lean in, head tilted, hands still fisted in his pockets, and press a chaste kiss to Jason's lips. And as short lived as it is, he's still lingering mere inches away.- 

Sounds like it was hell without me. 

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Alright, temporary shit-hole, it's all the same to me. 

-And it was, really. Any place he managed to occupy for more than 2 weeks became home to Owen, but that might just be some sort of comforting defense mechanism. He pushed the thought aside, shrugging out of his jacket and dropping it on his bag, kicking off his shoes as he walked past Jason and into the kitchen, needing a drink before any sort of a conversation started.- 

So I see the couch is still intact. -He spoke, opening the fridge and pulling out the first bottle of booze he could find, hitting the top off on the edge of the fridge door.- And I don't think there are any small fires blazing anywhere. -A couple swigs and he huffed, putting the bottle back in the fridge and walking back into the living room. It was the first time he was actually looking at Jason since he'd walked through the door, hands in his pockets, a brow raised.-

So I'm guessing you missed me.

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-Owen wasn't fully aware of what he was coming home to. Could have been a plethora of things, really. Burnt couch. Burnt apartment. Totally fine apartment minus a roommate, which, admittedly, is what he expected the most. It wasn't as if they got engaged on the phone or anything. Just chatted half jokingly about some possibilities that were up in the air, and maybe it left Owen feeling like a bit of a tool, but if he was going to make good on his word of 'moving on,' going home was the first step.

So he decided that stalling with a hand on the doorknob was probably the lamest thing he could have been doing at that moment in time, and instead pushed right in, flung his dufflebag into the nearest corner and turned to shut and lock the door behind him while calling out to who he hoped to be home.-

I'm home, jackass!

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Buttnugget.

-He laughs, actually calm for the first time in a few minutes, and it still might be awkward but things at least look promising.-

You're a dick, you know that?

Alright, you’re not joking.

[He couldn’t exactly say he was expecting this, but it was pretty damn obvious now.]

You don’t have to be joking, y’know.

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I don't?

-He feels stupid for how quickly he replies, biting his tongue and rubbing at his face because he can't even pull off being calmly aloof.-

I mean, seriously? This isn't a really stupid idea on my part?

-And noooow he feels like a jackass. Which would be obvious enough in the way he goes quiet, confidence knocked clear out of him while he bites at his nails.-

Uh. Yeah. Sure. Ha ha good joke, right? 

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I'm trying to actively avoid getting my ass kicked. S'my new years resolution. 

Do you think I'll ever get it right, though? I mean, do you think there'll be something I won't fuck up?

Yep. Sadly there ain’t no way around it. Or at least I dun’ kno’ if there is. Haven’t found one besides ventin’ th’ asshole vibes on strangers in bars to keep it outta th’ house. But tha’ might get ya into fights. 

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-And noooow he feels like a jackass. Which would be obvious enough in the way he goes quiet, confidence knocked clear out of him while he bites at his nails.-

Uh. Yeah. Sure. Ha ha good joke, right? 

[He’s not entirely sure what’s going on here. The line between joking and being serious is being crossed, wasn’t it? He couldn’t be completely sure with Owen. God, what an asshole.]

Ah, you’re… you’re joking, right?

[He sounds like an idiot, he knows that. For fuck’s sake, it’s humiliating. His voice trails off into barely audible mutters.]

Want some fucking Chinese food now. 

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-Okay. That was surprising. Jason actually took him seriously. Surprising enough that he just nearly falls off the roof, but he keeps that to himself when he rights himself, hopping back onto solid ground. Roof. Whatever.- 

Yeah, that was a little gross, not gonna lie. Would a six pack and some Chinese food work? Or are my seduction techniques still sub-par. 

[There’s a bit of genuine frustration, mostly because he’s embarrassed.]

…I’m burning the entire apartment down now. Lose my number.

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Sorry, sorry, I know facing the fact that you have emotions is a scary prospect. 

-He sighs at that, clicking his tongue.-

If I lost your number I'm not sure how I'd ask you out, though. 

Shut your fucking mouth. You aren’t below average.

[He pauses. That wasn’t exactly in the sport of their typical insult flinging. Whatever.]

I’m burning the couch. You’re not allowed to come back with that attitude.

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Oh, joy.

Not sure how to embrace the fact that everything I touch dies, but, guess I'll have to get used to it. 

Seems like ya got th’ family curse of the Harkness blokes, kid. Embrace it an’ one day ye’ll be able t’ turn it off when ya need to. The more ya fight it, the more it’s goin’ t’ bite ya in the arse. Pure experience talkin’ ‘ere. 

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-Owen definitely takes that as his cue to do his best impression of a smitten school girl.-

Awwww, Jaaay. If you felt that way you should've just said soooooo. No need to be coy with some couch burning, we're all big boys here. 

[He scoffs quietly and shrugs his shoulders. Owen was skilled at insulting a guy. It was part of his charm, really.]

Nah, never said anything about boyfriend material. You got that all wrong. That’s the opposite of what I am.

I’m pity fuck material. The pretty face makes it easier on them.