#does he wear sid’s crocs in bed

[goaliekisses]

Nate wearing the same kinda shoes Sid was wearing in the video. They keep fuelling my closet sharing fantasies

oh. no. OH NOOO. i did not notice his shoes and now i can’t unsee it

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Reality

With the holes beneath the earth are true then it will reduce the cargo at the port cities of the world i.e Mombasa and that's the fear on commodities that aint to awkward or big not to pass via the hole elevating customs imposed at the port of entry thereby making such goods cheap more than if they passed via the port.

You can go with the debris like garbage bit by bit up-to below the hole described above with ya drone with as well rods that pass slightly on the hole diameter where on intervals u dig holes on the sides b4 fixing the rods to fit on the 2 holes b4 welding as u can have the welding machine handy then hang the garbage on the fixed road 1 after another at intervals until it reaches the top of the earth then ask the devil to form concrete and seal the hole from below to above just the same way roads are made and boom along winter tunnel or summer depending on ya location is sealed of concrete and the people who did so in hell can be excused but its utility is explained above so it futile and the Government should bar more such holes to be dug period

Or place iron sheets then b4 another sheet place like 10 cm in width plastic sheet but not visible to strangers as it got same roofing color at alternating style 1 after another so that u can place electric wires both positive and negative at those intervals to electrocute the same intruder if he happens to touch or land in between the two iron sheet separated with the 10 cm width plastic sheet but much of it absorbed into the 2 iron sheets explained above just like 1 cm that separates reality the 2 sheet above to allow electrocution services and beef security as much as induce an alarm sound system beeped up with the camera with night vision described below as well the led flash light on the roofing can be opened at that time to scare the intruder more, i mean to introduce coldness unto her more as to make her fear dude period. Security maximum lady!!!!! Like in the link below fellows

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New York is good with studying my friend, i don't know why, dude, time elapse faster as it makes they day shorter as opposed to other much places i have been too and it gets into ya mind faster what is being tought and eagerness en-crops ya as wanting the next teacher not exhausted as usual with other places and i guess the reason why many best seller are from there than any place. And Jada-kiss in the song link below alludes to us that indirectly where he wears an oversize jacket that many want not the above and can even kill ya, the only hope left 4 such is 4 u to ride a motor bike b4 being left alone as many now aspire to be there as now NY good cause along time it was bad cause was big and there4 could rob ya your cash out of catching a train or a cab, so with E-bikes they long to be there even tourists booking have increased dramatically like in the song link below dude

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=C5Wswlfr08Q

If u love nyong’o rather Nyoyo as Githeri or pure, bure, free-dom u love Ny city and thats what jesus meant another version with King of ther Jewomen to bring out adequate truth.

Another area where many can make cash is they skari ngulu syrap with Grown ginger to avoid ya body parts change with other being ones to alternate ya thinking and behavior that can bring uproar in people as they don't understand ya and give ya bad names of misbehavior. Dont just get into the habit of locating peoples house b4 u belittle them with nothing at hand or u know better, yet they know better than ya, what have u come up with now that u r leaving in a posh or stone houses or eating 1 plate of food that is the question not the above, provided i got utility or productive in the society and my eating much aint all that conspicuous then so be it, maybe white are evading that virtue of eating much as it opens much ya mind than eating less. Friends desist from above as it weakens other people to slow down economic progress and snooping at people attires and start despising them cause with u, u got an online bank u withdraw from so it doesn't pinch ya. Got me dude,mind ya own progress

If u wanna give a man pussy to hit, give him girl, not necessarily he got to be rich or have that posh home, even in the bush the penis can meet the vagina and u know not can be the biggest ejaculation or orgasm of ya life never experienced again lest u go back to that same same bush place period dude!!!

Dont behave like Mr Hindu, let it go, if got swag and some little cash,let no man cross ya side provided u have obeyed the law, don't give in like a lady does when seduced yet a man, signals hunger yet u proclaim above. Useless, start parking and get home early b4 humiliation dude, Stop that scrap dude. GET THIS STRAIGHT A man was born ones and will die once don't fear getting home boy.

white people make houses and buildings as vehicles made explained in tumblr a/c 166 but Africans made their eroding the land saying they did not know as insane of that could take 1 to hell, to build u got to think just like with furniture and welded gates they cut and make,it means being wise while whites makes as described above, so they can evade hell with that justification dude, get it straight bro 

Skali ngulu is a by-product of grown sugar cane and grows every where as much as Ginger and u can google that, so with the above syrup the mind of soldiers cant be interrupted to allow defeat and described above. With machines parts or coins that cut ya hand, they do that so u buy another hand altogether when times has gotten rough like now, when u kill all Nile perch the above still surface bro, u cant destroy God in 1 iota even with high breed seeds the devil gives them to u, where u place the normal seed in water and do the above and boom ya seeds formed period. Like in the link below, now get to those places dude, stop looking 4 the dead among the living homies, think big dude

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Like an approaching van meets ya the same way sex should meet ya, don’t discuss it like often, simplifies young mind,just like with urinating finds ya.

Rather live in stone houses and bricks as those were dry lands than on mad house as it was fertile land and makes u land in hell much more faster not only if u make artificial top soil and seal the place it came from with, where on water add few and sprinkle saliva upon the mixture and boom its formed as well as with brick houses, take ya to hell fire if u fail to obliged to the above. It only becomes cumbersome if the sand was gotten on a river bed and it changed its course or drainage, that is the judgement that will be open against ya at that time dude.

Now if they see u with shoes, any, even just new they look at it as old, cause they want people to buy the modern kids wear type of many color made by the masai and kamba and some few coast people where in cut ripe banana, ripe mango, guava, melons mixed with water or honey solution as well as yogurt or cuddled milk then place same few sample unto the mixture or photo of and do the above and boom they are formed and amy such shoes or different types. Lets avoid the whole drama bro!!!!

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Some people who r 1st buy the Tv in the link below cause it gives ya false idea on people and instigate the heart of belittling things in ya so they put that as an excuse not to get into hell fire at judgment day. If ya neighbor had such or a repair next to ya or places u used to get to, then it can be an excuse 4 ya to avoid hell fire at judgement time if u knew not of the side effect. 1 like in the link below, the 1 written 60 inch Sony big screen

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Theft will be no-more as per the bible means, every gadget batch/serial no can be ya Id no or any property u got like shoes or cloths got the above as ya serial so can be traced easily and moreover will have the bracelet below technology to detect it like from ya phone and closed not with screw like oppo phones so can open and change the stuff to resell it again without notice. When opened with fire will be known so no 1 buys so deters criminals to steal the same to bar the above theft to cement bible reality not that people will be off good manners, in some cases on big machines wireless controlled grenade can be place so detonated to know where the gadget is to get it again so will bar many thieves from still such to promote the above reality. Taking shower or a shit in dirty filthy places can take ya to hell cause people knows ya spending thrift so u will be asked how much was a portacabin shower as ya body is the temple of Christ, so desist dude.

Cabbage cut mixed with cold sewer water then hurl water using a syringe many people gives gadgets like double door fridges, certain cars or vehicles as loris buses, Generators, jets, rockets, missiles, container portacabin houses and many hardware tools u can try with or place photos of such to replace cut cabbage still gives ya the same even motorbike parts and of vehicles. This gives ya as well as Christmas lighting and other accessories. The sewer water is placed in a dug like swimming pool structure where the above samples inserted or photos and boom what u want formed like even gates, metallic windows and doors and metallic office and home apparatus like seats, tables and dinning as much as utensils etc.

When u hurl cold milk unto cut cabbage mixed with cold sewer water it gives ya fridges, home appliances or office or kitchen ware and shower/toilet ceramics and even office appliances,

Same to wire mesh hurl soapy or bathing water gives ya Double door fridges, big stereos like Sony, Lg, Homeflower Panasonic, studio appliances as recording house or in photography and office stationery, light rails, trains, E-vehicles or machines, jets as much as placing such photos in sewer water in a container which even gives u guns, detonators, internet/decoder severs and military vehicle if u spit saliva upon the content of the container in the dark.

Where kebi leaves along time in 1 of the houses is where peter corpse was taken to rot, such houses are left, in that to hell the society, if people lives there they rather became insane like if they cant use the Bar Kalare water to do the same, so stop blaming ya kid as not fast, where u live along time maybe 1 had died and rot their or was stone to death or fire engulfed him in the house,its more effectual if the deceased was a renowned fellow like with peter even in the USA, such left houses which are at a convenience place and cheap has such characteristic so can change ya behavior so desist and relocate as early as possible and the better 4 ya.

If u can hustle good still aint a pass that u can have much a woman, they look at how u will behave minus education, jail ban and if life has been closed to ya what will u do as kill ya-self, go down in life and its precisely what they are locating more than disturbing others. Better die that put others in ya disturbance as this bars ya from having many kids even is industrious and how u can leave an argument without getting pissed off as ya kids will be the same. It qualifies ya if u wanna as many want not, rather, again they r forced with women cause to find such was like finding Gold A decade ago as the society can rot if such like u atrophies and are needed many and if u can just sit in the house after having ya small house and all home appliances like being incarcerated behind bars in jail which if u can its a plus and qualify u 4 the above or forced even in death after ya testis broken and sperms taken and its 1 reason the whites can liaise with not knowing Africans to forge ya ways to their nation to kill ya and take the same, so take heed dude, sometimes change ya character to be bad to avoid the above. Have the 2 sides of Hannah character bro 4 best survival in this world, if i tell ya not then who will tell ya bro,no 1 but ya homy!!!! Well, good and well said, thank bro!!!

Behind the houses not a long business premise opposite corner legio shopping center in ksm, that old block house in the middle with a fence without a gate opposite a small food vendor-ship was a church and Christ and his parents attended church there.

coin new cut ya appendages like in the link below

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How the white people used to generate power in their country side at night while in the day uses a 12 DV geared motor to rotate the same to give power like in the link below

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If u know how to make E-motorcycles then u know how to make the alternator or no-fuel generator so African nations stop liaising with the Eu or Far est and try to save the day like explained in tumblr a/c sirjustice200 like Kenya Fika and Uganda and Rwanda already made motor-bikes.

Even welded windows if u take their photos and place in sewer water gives ya that type of window or door u want as much as bed, even nails and bared wires made that way.

Nyamau fresh mouth herb can be made as well using tea leaves or cabbage or with other thick leaves u know, u can try and test 4 the best as most durable and got no side effect and sell high as compared to the others

Buy the dimple type of key below if u got less cash to secure the combination 1 or automated 1 yet the duplicate makers has not learnt the trick yet and many new, to dim off their lights on this crazy super highway

The people who, kinda, place foreign particles in the body parts of another person who is injured and maybe have open wounds b4 Mr Hindu shift his body parts to u and yours to another not necessarily him, like broken skull or wound or at operation times, kinda, in imagery, u see them approaching to ya head like wanting to kiss ya, then if u like them not, u see a blow boxing them away and other fall as others u see 1 holding a panga or a chain saw cut them repeatedly. True dude, no lies. Mark your utensils with even small marks like in the link below to stop giving other names and pointing figures

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U get to good sanitary homes rest rooms but me i get to a pi latrine, well, good enough but do u know if not the above vices, yet i know ya darkest secrets as i have blocked ya dubious ways. Dude stop as death do not dare me, with me i can be giving ya part of my food daily, it destroys me and to take care of others kid, it gets into me bro, if with ya ist okay then with me its not okay and loving a woman with black lips, rather i die bro and waiting 4 me at my door to the point of bringing confusion as gimmicks i hate kids but i don’t beat them, well, leave me alone bro. What do u want, when i talk of not burial but rather cremation they saying strangling yaself belongs to dogs cause they wont eat ya flesh openly. Bank people its over and don’t want it from me as a stock laid in store, rather be poor with ya to stop giving me names as u give some Mr big man not in-tune with ya but from me u wont ride on my back.

If u r sure u can delete all my tumblr writings in the followings which i have explained to ya u cant as i follow 1 person per tumblr and to delete u must follow many and i use more than 30 guessed character password which even if u know the pass-code if u return to log into it tells ya wrong format even to open g mail or yahoo a/c tells u the same and u can try. If u delete many of them, let me know and i strangle myself as that what u want to stardom or pride to make ya kidnap me or kill me all together or molest me. Check my Fb mcsleepy nelson and Instagram nelsonmcsleepy or mcsleepynelson get to see all the followers and groups and find which country they are from, u will find they are from all over the world as i mean all countries i have notified of the same below not 2 or 5 countries to do the above to remain with the innovation but in like 15 categories or caliber of people or group per country, i mean i got more than 10 people as my followers by country on the above and sometimes i have used other peoples fb and Instagram or twitter to still send the same.

The bank people in Kenya contributed cash to derail kebis efforts in the USA and now wanna dine with him, can not happen. While at the bank i resided in a friends home, what u r saying i know not. Go ya way, u stupid fellows, who want good life from people and must be employed as people must thick 4 them, u daylight fool and braggarts!!!!

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With me a woman will come to my house, aint a dog that u r forcing me to get to a woman’s place to here how i cry more than her and put it to laughter or ridicule. I done told ya, that my back is straight u wont ride on me and aint a ladder/staircase/road to ya destiny period

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[fanforthefics]

SidGeno 37 (things you said through someone else)

or, the Queer Eye AU no one asked for but I decided needed to be written

“So, what’s your favorite food?” Sid leans against the counter, watches Phil as he stands awkwardly in his kitchen. He’s clearly not comfortable with them being there yet–it always takes the hero a few days to get used to them, especially someone like Phil, who clearly only went along with his sister’s nomination because he loved her that much. Sid would like him for that alone, if he didn’t like the kindness behind his grumpiness, the humor. Sid’s pretty good at finding something to like in all the heroes–he’s not Tanger, who sometimes has to be cajoled into not being mean at the start–but Phil’s easy to like. 

“Um, I don’t know. I like steak and potatoes?” Phil says. Sid laughs, going through his rolodex of recipes in his mind. 

“Who doesn’t?” he asks, and turns slightly so that the cameras following them will get a good view of him. “We can work with that. Anything else?” 

“Pasta?” Phil chuckles, a little self-deprecatingly. “I’m not much of a cook.” 

“I can see that,” Sid agrees, looking around the kitchen. In the living room, he can see Flower making a circle of the room, measuring and taking notes; he knows Hags and Tanger are in the bedroom, picking through the closet and bathroom. He doesn’t know where Geno is; he doesn’t have as set a place for these intro meetings. More often than not, he hangs around in the kitchen with Sid, because they’ve learned they’re a good tag team to get to know someone–Geno picks and pries and bullies a little, and Sid’s there to play the good cop. But maybe Geno’s in the bedroom, or out back, getting a feel for Phil. That’s fine. “Any reason why?” 

Phil shrugs. “I don’t know, I just never felt the need. Take out works, you know?” 

“For sure,” Sid agrees, the instinct kicking in, and then there’s laughter and a large body draping itself over his back. 

“Is a lie,” Geno tells Phil, laughing. “Sid judging you, right now. No take out, only cook after he done with you.” 

Sid rolls his eyes, but doesn’t move. Geno’s warm against his back, in a way that Sid has decided is not going to be a problem given that they’re coworkers for the foreseeable future. “If that were true, you’d know how to cook.” 

“I cook!” Geno protests. Sid doesn’t have to look over his shoulder to see Geno’s affronted face. “I teach you how to make Russian food! You say you like!” 

“I do,” Sid agrees, meeting Phil’s eyes to commiserate over Geno’s emotions. He’s found that for guy’s guys like Phil, that usually works. Phil grins a little. “But how often have you cooked in the past week?” 

“Don’t need to, you cook for me.” Geno presses a quick, easy kiss to Sid’s hair, then lets him go. “You can’t have him, though, so you need to learn,” he tells Phil, and leans against the counter next to Sid. “You done with him?” 

“Barely begun,” Sid retorts. “We were just getting started when you interrupted.” 

“Go on, then.” Geno gestures, and Sid rolls his eyes again. Phil makes a noise into his beard that’s mainly a chuckle. 

“Do you really cook all the time?” Phil asks, in what sounds like amazement. 

“No.” Geno snorts. “I don’t!” Sid protests. “I do cook a lot, though. I like to eat healthy, and that’s easiest at home.” he angles towards the cameras again, and Geno turns with him. Sid’s been on camera longer than Geno, knows how it works better. Is more comfortable with it–more resigned, at least, then probably any of them, though Flower likes to mug for the camera and Hags and Tanger like to preen for it. “And I making food creates a community. I–” he swallows. This is the part he hates–it’s expected of him, to share things about himself too. He’s not great at that. “For a long time, or even still, I’m not certain with people. Cooking gives you a good excuse to have people over without needing to overthink it. And it gives you something to do with your hands.” 

Geno’s hands land on Sid’s, slowing them where he was fidgeting. 

“I’m not great with people,” Phil admits. “If you couldn’t tell,” he adds, waving his arm around the apartment, which is generously a mess. 

“That’s what we’re here for!” Flower chirps, ducking his head into the kitchen. “Hey, Tanger and Hags are ready and the lighting’s set up, you guys good to talk?” 

Sid glances at Geno. Geno nods. “We’re good,” Sid agrees, and Flower slings an arm over Phil’s shoulder to lead him into the kitchen. Sid goes to follow them, but Geno grabs his wrist first, catching him and turning him around into him. 

“You don’t need excuse, to have people,” he tells Sid, earnest and sure and all emotion, like he always is. “You always have people. Have us. Have me.” 

Sid smiles, because the cameras are on them still, because he knows Geno’s sincere, because it’s not a problem. “I’m not one of the guys we’re making over, G. You don’t have to pull that on me.” 

Geno shakes his head. “Not pulling anything,” he says, but he lets go of Sid’s hand to head into the other room. “Any time you want to come cook for me, you welcome,” he adds, and Sid flips him off as he follows him, laughing. 

///

“Yeah, i’d say I know Sid pretty well–we’ve been friends for years.” Flower laughs at something that’s said off camera. “He can be closed off, but that’s understandable, given everything. Not around us, though.” 

He pauses, then adds. “And definitely not around Geno. Geno–well.” Flower grins, pleased with himself. “Geno makes him flower.” 

///

Sid tends to spend a lot of his time alone, during the week; his work doesn’t really need to involve Phil until the end. He consults with Flower about the kitchen part of the redesign, works on recipes and meal plans. But half of what they’re selling this reboot on is his name, and they all know that, so he tags along with Tanger when he takes Phil to get his new clothes. 

“Sid is here for the demonstration of what not to wear,” Tanger tells Phil, as they walk into the store. Sid shoves at Tanger; Tanger shoves back. 

“I’m not that bad.” 

Tanger glares. “Yellow crocs.” 

“They were comfortable!” 

“They were unacceptable,” Tanger retorts, and turns to Phil, who’s looking considering. “Don’t even think about it.” 

“They really were comfortable,” Sid tells Phil. He stands by his choices. 

“Right, you wore them when you were shooting all the time” Phil says, and Sid pauses. He hadn’t said that. He doesn’t think that was in any of the publicity materials, back for his old show. “Geno said,” Phil tells him, offhand. “He was telling some story and it came up.” 

“Oh?” Tanger asks, and smiles knowingly at Sid. Sid narrows his eyes back. They’re all in each other’s pockets on the show, and he’s been friends with Flower and Tanger for years, so it was maybe inevitable they’d figure out his convenient little crush. But they don’t have to talk about it on camera. “What story was he telling?” 

“I think he was illustrating something about hard work? I don’t know.” Phil doesn’t seem to care, turning instead to look at the racks of suits. He looks very skeptical. “Are these for me?” 

“No.” Tanger does stroke the fabric of one a little bit, though. Sometimes Sid wonders just what he and his husband get up to in bed, if he looks at fabric like that. That he really doesn’t think about hard. “Your stuff is in the back, come on.” 

Sid sits on a bench to watch as Tanger talks Phil through some of the basics. he’s heard it all a million times–from Tanger, and from stylists before him–so instead he pulls out his phone. 

Why are you telling clients about my yellow crocs? he texts Geno. 

Someday it make it on camera, Geno texts back. And is good story. About you be yourself always, even when hard. 

It was about me being comfortable, Sid replies. It really wasn’t deep. Sid’s not a deep guy. Even if sometimes, when Geno says things like that–Sid sort of wishes he were. 

That what you think

A producer clears his throat, pointed, and Sid puts his phone away, checks back in just in time to hear Tanger say, “And proper tailoring can make a suit work even if your body doesn’t quite work for it. Look at Sid.” 

“What about me?” Sid asks, getting up to rejoin them. Tanger’s worked his magic, like usual; Phil looks sharp and he’s standing straighter already. Sid’s always amazed by what Tanger and Hags do, how they can make people do that. 

“Ass like that, he needs a tailor. But his pants work.” Tanger eyes Sid’s ass in a way that might make Sid uncomfortable if it wasn’t Tanger. 

“And it’s really not that expensive, if you find someone good,” he adds, because he knows that’s what people always balk at when it comes to tailoring. “It really is worth it.”

Phil’s still looking skeptical, but Sid’s never seen Tanger not win someone over in the end. 

“Okay,” Tanger says, and herds Phil back into the dressing room. “We’ve got more outfits to try.” 

///

“It could have gone really wrong, if the five of us didn’t get along.” Hags tells the camera. “Luckily, we all like each other. I wasn’t sure, though. I mean, you heard things about Sidney Crosby, back when he was on TV. But that’s not him at all. Not the bad stuff, at least. And the other guys are great too.” A pause, then. “Oh, yeah, we all hang out off camera. Us and our husbands and our kids. Well, Tanger and Flower’s husbands. Sid and Geno usually come stag.” His lips purse, and he starts to smile. “I wonder whose head would explode first, if one of them brought a boyfriend.” 

///

“Is this up for grabs?” 

“No.” 

“Awesome.” Flower grabs for one of the sliders Sid’s been experimenting with; Sid, with the ease of long practice, bats his hand away. “Come on, take pity! I’ve been at Phil’s apartment all day, doing actual work.” 

“I’ve been slaving over a hot stove,” Sid retorts, but he sighs. “There’s some brushetta in the fridge.” 

“You’re the best.” Flower tells him, and goes to the fridge.

“How’s the design going?” Sid asks, as Flower rummages. “Grab me a gatorade?” 

“It’s going well. You’ll like it, there’s a lot of hockey.” Flower slides the gatorade over to him. 

“I like things other than hockey.” 

“Uh-huh.” Flower takes a bite, then hums appreciatively. “Damn, that’s good.” 

Sid smiles down at the pan in front of him. There’s nothing quite like that sound. 

“Anyway, I went to the furniture store with Phil and Geno today,” Flower goes on. He’s still eying the sliders. He and Sid have been in a bit of a war to see who has faster hands for the better part of a decade. “Are you actually thinking of redecorating and you didn’t tell me?” 

“No?” Sid flips the burgers on the pan. 

“I thought you changing anything sounded out of character, but G said that you were thinking of a change.” 

Sid thinks back. “I think I said that I still wasn’t happy with the den, when Geno was over? You know the bookshelves didn’t come out like I wanted them to.” 

“If you’d let me do it–”

“You wouldn’t let me pay you.” 

“You’re my friend!”

“And I’d have been hiring you to do a job,” Sid retorts. It’s the same argument they’ve had since Sid bought his first house. “Anyway. I might figure something out in that room. It’s starting to bug me.” 

“I can poke around at it,” Flower suggests. “You can make me a romantic dinner for my anniversary in payment.” 

“I can do that,” Sid agrees. “Thanks.” He pokes at the burgers, judges them done, and slides them onto the buns. “How did that come up?” 

“Geno was there,” Flower tells him, like that explains anything. “Okay, now are these for grabs?” 

“No. What does that mean, that Geno was there?” 

“He’s doing his ‘you need to make a change, change isn’t scary’ routine on Phil, and he needed to illustrate it, I think.” Flower turns back to the fridge. “If you can change, anyone can.” 

“Oh, that’s flattering,” Sid mutters. He’s not wrong, of course, but it’s not entirely how Sid would like Geno to see him. 

“You know we love you even if you’re the most boring child star there is,” Flower says, over the sound of him digging around in the fridge. Sid’s fingers twitch to pull him away. If he trusts anyone to keep something organized, it’s Flower, but it’s his fridge. “And Phil seemed to respond. He likes you.” 

“Yeah, we get each other,” Sid agrees. The heroes always connect more with one or two of the guys. There have been some Sid just can’t access. But Phil and he are on the same wavelength. 

“He’s not in awe of your fame?” 

Sid snorts. Being on a TV show twenty years ago and then disappearing and slowly drifting out of the spotlight once everyone realized he wasn’t going to be a scandal isn’t exactly what he’d call fame. “I don’t think he watched it.” 

“Maybe we should do a showing,” Flower says, considering, and Sid really doesn’t have any choice but to check him with his hip for that. Flower laughs as he stumbles away from the fridge. “Come on, he’d love it! Look how far you’ve come. Like Geno says. If you can change…” 

He’s cut off by the door to the loft opening. “Smells good!” Geno calls, and comes right to the kitchen. That’s another reason Sid likes to cook–it gathers people to him without him trying. “What you making?” Geno asks, leaning in to look. He looks good, fresh from the outside; his cheeks red, his jacket still slung over his shoulders. Sid only notices as little as he can. 

“Sliders, for Phil. They’ll be good party food.” 

Geno nods. He gives Sid his most pathetic pout, which is more ridiculous than anything. “Can I try?” 

Sid rolls his eyes. But well. He does need to taste test. “Yeah, tell me which batch you like better,” he says, and Flower makes an offended sound that’s just too low to be a squeak. 

“Hey! How come he gets to have some?” 

“Because he asked.” 

“Because I’m his favorite,” Geno tells Flower, around the mouthful of burger. “This is delicious, Sid. As good as it smells.” 

Geno always smells good, which is a stupid thing to think. To distract himself, Sid takes his own bite. “It’s still missing something,” he argues. He can’t put his finger on it, but it’s not perfect yet. 

“Only if you need it absolutely perfect.” Sid raises his eyebrows at Geno. “Okay, yes, silly thing to say,” Geno admits, grinning at Sid. Sid can’t help but grin back. 

“I’m getting back to work, this is gross,” Flower mutters. Sid ignores him. He turns back to his bowl of meat for the patties, to add some more onions. 

“So how was your day?” he asks, as starts to chop. Geno’s quiet. He turns around, and Geno’s watching him, smiling a little. “G?” 

“Sorry. Was good,” Geno says, and proceeds to tell him about his plans for his expedition with Phil tomorrow. 

///

“Geno, he is always pushing. It’s good. It makes us all better.” Tanger makes a face like he’s remembering something funny. “The first time he talked back to Sid–Sid is the leader a little bit, yes? He is good at it. But the first time Geno pushed back…” He shakes his head. “Geno is good at that. It’s what he does for everyone. He pushes people to do more. It’s good for us.” Tanger smirks. “It’s good for Sid.” 

///

“Okay, we’re making a play off of sliders,” SId tells Phil. He’s already seen Flower’s new design, they’ve oohed and aahed at how good he looks in the clothes Tanger put him in, with his new haircut courtesy of Hags. It’s Sid’s turn. “They’re fancier, though. They’ll impress anyone.” 

“I feel like that’s the theme,” Phil touches his hair, like he can’t help it. “I feel so much more impressive.” 

“You look it,” Sid tells him, grinning. “Didn’t expect that, did you?” 

“Not really. I’ve never really thought–I mean, I figured my work could talk for me.” 

“If only,” Sid agrees, nodding. Then again, if work could be enough, he wouldn’t be here, so maybe it’s not a good thing. He doesn’t know. “But as it can’t–ready to learn to cook?” 

“For sure,” Phil says, and comes up next to the stove to watch as Sid walks him through it. 

“Are you feeling ready for the event?” Sid asks, as the burgers are browning in the pan. 

“Definitely. I”m not as nervous anymore.” 

“Geno talked you through it?” Sid asks, pushing the meat around. “You want to keep the meat moving, or else it’ll burn.” 

“Okay.” Phil looks like he’d rather take notes. “Yeah, Geno helped.” 

“He’s good at that.” 

“He is,” Phil’s still eying how Sid’s pushing the meat–Sid loves ex-athletes, they’re so good at watching exactly how you should move your body. “Although maybe you should get some of the credit.” 

“I just cook.” 

“No, I mean–half of Geno’s things are about you. About how you’ve worked to be better. How great you are, really, and how you still work at it. How I should do that too.” 

Sid’s hand tightens on the spatula. Phil doesn’t appear to notice. “I figured you knew? Flower said he did it all the time. To everyone.” 

“Oh.” SId keeps stirring. Oh.  That’s sweet of Geno. Though if he’s telling personal things, Sid’ll have to talk to him. He knows how much Sid hates that. But the cameras are on them, and SId’s not going to react to that. “Here, see this color? That’s how you know it’s ready.” 

Phil nods again, serious, and Sid keeps on instructing him. He doesn’t think about. He doesn’t let himself think about Geno talking about him, praising him, when he’s not there. They’re coworkers. They’re on camera most of their professional lives. Sid can’t–he won’t be a scandal. He won’t be that sort of star. 

Still, after Phil heads into the living room for their final goodbye, Sid looks out–past the cameras, at the cameraman behind him. “Does he really?” he asks. 

Horny lets the camera fall, so he can talk over it. “Yes,” he replies, like it’s obvious and Sid should have known. “Do you want to see the tape? We have more B-roll of it than anyone could need.” 

“No, that’s fine.” Sid glances into the living room. They’re all gathered, and there’s a spot open next to Geno that’s clearly for him. As he looks, Geno looks up, meets his eye, jerks his head. 

“Why you so slow?” he demands, and Sid makes a face at him as he heads into the living room. 

“I’m not slow.” 

“You are,” Geno tells him. He doesn’t move, even when SId sits down maybe a little too close, so they’re just a tiny bit closer together than normal. It’s normal for them, though. Geno’s never moved away. Now, he even slings an arm behind the couch, so it’s basically around Sid’s shoulders. “Is okay, we love you anyway.” 

The cameras are on them. The guys are looking at them, so is Phil. Geno’s watching him, with soft laughing eyes and no expectation. He knows what Sid is. He knows how long he’s lived his life to stay off camera when he doesn’t want it. 

“So, Phil,” Tanger says loudly, and Sid and Geno both jerk, but turn towards the others. Tanger’s giving them a pointed look that Sid can’t quite interpret, but this is Phil’s time, so Sid throws himself into saying goodbye. 

///

“It’s a big change, of course. Reality TV is a very different experience than scripted.” Sid looks into the camera, a bland smile on his face. “But it’s a good experience. Being back on camera is nice.” The producer says something, then, “Both kinds of TV are good, I think. Different sorts of pressure. But I learned how to react to having cameras in my face, and that’s helpful. If I can help the other guys with that, then I’m glad.” Another pause, then. “They’re all great, of course. I’ve been friends with Tanger and Flower for years, and Hags and Geno fit right in.” A laugh. “If I say anyone’s my best friend, I’d get in trouble. We all bring different things to the table… I couldn’t do any of their jobs. I don’t have any aesthetic taste, according to Flower. And…what Geno does–I don’t know how he does it. Everyone trusts him. Everyone loves him. He makes everyone better, makes them open up.” Another pause. “Even me? Hah. Yeah. I guess. Even me.” 

///

After so long, Sid barely notices the cameras on him. Or maybe he just assumes they’re always there. There’s not much of a difference, really. 

But there aren’t any here,  in the loft. They’ll be here soon, so they can watch Phil get ready for his party, but right now it’s just them in the loft–just the five of them. 

Sid mixes the mangos in the bowl, his hands steady. It’s something to do with his hands. 

“Oh, you making salsa!” Geno asks, coming over to peak into the bowl. “My favorite,” Geno grins at Sid and the salsa, and Sid’s not sure which one he means. 

“I know.” Sid stirs again. He’s still looking at the bowl. He’s been thinking about this for the week since he saw Phil. Even when he tried not to. “G, do you really use me as an illustration for your motivational talks?” 

“Yes,” Geno answers immediately. 

Sid adds in some cilantro. “Really? Me?” 

“Of course you.” Sid doesn’t need to look at Geno to know he’s giving Sid his most condescending look. “I’m suppose to make people get better, yes? I don’t know anyone who works at being better more than you. Even when you best, always trying to be better.” 

Sid can’t help looking up at that. Geno’s watching him, and he’s a little flushed but he’s not looking away from Sid, and if Sid’s learned how to hide everything he feels from the cameras, Geno never has–it’s all there in his face, as he looks at Sid. Has he always looked at Sid like that? like he really does think Sid is the best? 

“All of us have had to do that,” Sid says, trying to keep his voice even. “We’ve all gone through shit to get here.” Geno not least of all–Geno maybe most of all. Sid’s life has been pretty charmed, all things being even. He works hard, yes, but he hasn’t had the barriers some of the others had. 

“Yes, but. You best, Sid.” Geno says it like a fact. “Always.” He’s still looking at Sid, fond and challenging and sure. 

Sid looks away to taste the salsa. It’s pretty good, but it’s not perfect yet. He can’t look at Geno looking at him like that. Do the cameras see that? 

And like his thought summoned them, suddenly the cameras are there, pouring in to set up. It always takes less time in the loft than anywhere else, because most of it’s set up already, but suddenly there’s less space in the loft. 

“Oh, you made salsa, excellent!” Hags wanders in, towards the kitchen. “Do we have those plantain chips you made before?” 

“Let me get them out of the oven,” Sid tells him, and bends down to do that. When he straightens, again, pulling the pan out, Tanger and Flower are there too, gathered around the island like a flock of baby birds waiting for Sid to feed them. Sid chuckles, and scrapes the chips into a bowl. 

“Here you go, vultures,” he says, and pushes both bowls across the island. 

“You wouldn’t know what to do without us,” Flower says, then swears when Tanger beats him to the first handful of chips. 

Sid looks at them, all of them gathered in his kitchen. At Geno, who’s still watching him even as he stuffs his face with salsa. He can feel the cameras on him, but he’s had them on him since they were a child. If he waits for them to leave, he’ll never change. 

“No,” he agrees, meeting Geno’s gaze. Geno’s eyes go wide, and then he starts to smile, wide and brilliant. “I wouldn’t.” 

///

“I talk about Sid a lot? Yes, is because Sid best.” Geno shrugs. “Is all there is to it. I watch him, when we kids, and then now. He always try to improve. People usually stop, get easy. Get lazy. Not Sid. Is good for people to see.” A pause. “How I feel about the guys? They my best friends…what you mean, even Sid? Of course Sid best friend. Like I said. Sid best.” A smile, smaller than before, internal. “Of course I love him.” His head tilts to the side, surprised the question needs to be asked. “Of course.”