“They cleared your friend,” Bob says finally. - Yeah for Singer!
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“Now,” Bob says, “you want to tell me what the fuck you thought you were doing?” - Yup, Bob's still pissed!
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Joe is not a shitty friend; he’ll never not go into dark and scary and dangerous places if someone needs his help. “Sorry, Bob, never gonna happen.” He figures the so deal with it is left nicely implied. - You tell 'em Joe!
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Also, he blames the fact that he hadn’t exactly expected to be playing Bob’s PS3 when he’d been pulled inside. Joe suspects Bob’s maybe a little shy. Or sadistic. That could totally be it. - That was the perfect set up! Hee!
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“I’m gonna climb you in a minute,” Joe says against Bob’s mouth, hooking his arms over Bob’s shoulders and letting Bob press him harder against the jamb.
Bob laughs, a little breathlessly. “Good.” - GUH! Hot and fun! wheee!
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“So I’m feeling a little like Brendon here, if you know what I—” Joe sees the glint of something ominously shiny at the last second and ducks by pure instinct, feeling a ghost of pain as an incredibly sharp object – knife, his brain helpfully provides – slices into his forearm. - ACK!! Hurry Bob!
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The first thing Joe sees when he crawls into consciousness is Bob. Bob, scowling, framed by the dim morning light spilling through the den windows.
“You’re a lot of trouble,” Bob says. Then, “Hold still,” - I love how, even though Bob is SO pissed, he's able to stay calm for Joe.
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It isn’t until they’ve got Joe on a stretcher, wheeling him out of the house, that he sees—he sees Lacey being hauled into a cop car, face bruised and bloodied but unmistakable, the louse, and since Joe doesn’t remember, you know, beating the shit out of his attacker, he’s pretty sure that’s Bob’s handiwork. Joe feels all warm and fuzzy inside. - It was Lacey? Go Bob!!! And I'm glad it's not Gabe!
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He hovers over him in the backseat of Ashlee’s car, and Joe lets him fuss because Joe’s exhausted, and Bob didn’t even call. - Poor Joe thinks Bob don't love him!
“I heard they found a shrine about our perfect man list at his apartment,” Brendon says, twisting in the passenger seat and gripping the back to stare at Joe, eyes wide. “A hate shrine. And, like, a dart board with Bill’s face on it.” - OMG! POOR BILL! this just broke my heart! :*(
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The only thing this touching scene is missing, Joe thinks, is a certain someone who sexed Joe up and then left him to pine. - Give Bob hell when you see him Joe! Give him hell for making you pine!
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Brendon waves his hands and asks, “What do you need?” in his very best earnest voice, wearing his very best earnest face. - hee I can just picture this!
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Joe doesn’t really need anything. He wants Bob, because Joe’s in the mood to fall asleep atop someone who isn’t all elbows, like Bill and Pete, and because he’s Bob, and at some recent point in time Joe’s mind has started thinking about Bob as someone who always makes everything better. Like sleepless nights and knife wounds. - GIVE HIM HELL!
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And then the voice catches up with the words in Joe’s brain and Joe tilts his head back even farther to see the body that’s attached to the sock-feet, lounging in Joe’s armchair. Bob. - FINALLY!
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“You scared about decade off my life,” Bob says.
Joe turns so his ear is pressed over Bob’s heart, listening to the steady, reassuring thumps. He grins, maybe just a little smug, because Bob had been worried about him, and Bob totally can’t resist Joe’s rocking charms. “Dude,” he says, “awesome.” - I second this..and maybe Joe shouldn't give him too much hell after all. :D
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“It’s about my boyfriend,” Joe says, and Ashlee wolf-whistles and Brendon does a little shimmy as he sneaks up beside them. - WOOHOO!
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Patrick makes a face, but obligingly kicks into Grand Theft Autumn which, Joe thinks, isn’t actually about Hemmy or Bob or sunshine. You can never be too sure with Pete, though. - hehehee this is SOOOOO the perfect way to end a fic!
commentary as I read this fic Pt 2 (as LJ wouldn't let me post it all at once)
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“Now,” Bob says, “you want to tell me what the fuck you thought you were doing?” - Yup, Bob's still pissed!
--
Joe is not a shitty friend; he’ll never not go into dark and scary and dangerous places if someone needs his help. “Sorry, Bob, never gonna happen.” He figures the so deal with it is left nicely implied. - You tell 'em Joe!
--
Also, he blames the fact that he hadn’t exactly expected to be playing Bob’s PS3 when he’d been pulled inside. Joe suspects Bob’s maybe a little shy. Or sadistic. That could totally be it. - That was the perfect set up! Hee!
--
“I’m gonna climb you in a minute,” Joe says against Bob’s mouth, hooking his arms over Bob’s shoulders and letting Bob press him harder against the jamb.
Bob laughs, a little breathlessly. “Good.” - GUH! Hot and fun! wheee!
--
“So I’m feeling a little like Brendon here, if you know what I—” Joe sees the glint of something ominously shiny at the last second and ducks by pure instinct, feeling a ghost of pain as an incredibly sharp object – knife, his brain helpfully provides – slices into his forearm. - ACK!! Hurry Bob!
--
The first thing Joe sees when he crawls into consciousness is Bob. Bob, scowling, framed by the dim morning light spilling through the den windows.
“You’re a lot of trouble,” Bob says. Then, “Hold still,” - I love how, even though Bob is SO pissed, he's able to stay calm for Joe.
--
It isn’t until they’ve got Joe on a stretcher, wheeling him out of the house, that he sees—he sees Lacey being hauled into a cop car, face bruised and bloodied but unmistakable, the louse, and since Joe doesn’t remember, you know, beating the shit out of his attacker, he’s pretty sure that’s Bob’s handiwork. Joe feels all warm and fuzzy inside. - It was Lacey? Go Bob!!! And I'm glad it's not Gabe!
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He hovers over him in the backseat of Ashlee’s car, and Joe lets him fuss because Joe’s exhausted, and Bob didn’t even call. - Poor Joe thinks Bob don't love him!
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Plus, he thinks maybe Bill’ll start crying. - aww! Poor Bill!
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“I heard they found a shrine about our perfect man list at his apartment,” Brendon says, twisting in the passenger seat and gripping the back to stare at Joe, eyes wide. “A hate shrine. And, like, a dart board with Bill’s face on it.” - OMG! POOR BILL! this just broke my heart! :*(
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The only thing this touching scene is missing, Joe thinks, is a certain someone who sexed Joe up and then left him to pine. - Give Bob hell when you see him Joe! Give him hell for making you pine!
--
Brendon waves his hands and asks, “What do you need?” in his very best earnest voice, wearing his very best earnest face. - hee I can just picture this!
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Joe doesn’t really need anything. He wants Bob, because Joe’s in the mood to fall asleep atop someone who isn’t all elbows, like Bill and Pete, and because he’s Bob, and at some recent point in time Joe’s mind has started thinking about Bob as someone who always makes everything better. Like sleepless nights and knife wounds. - GIVE HIM HELL!
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And then the voice catches up with the words in Joe’s brain and Joe tilts his head back even farther to see the body that’s attached to the sock-feet, lounging in Joe’s armchair. Bob. - FINALLY!
--
“You scared about decade off my life,” Bob says.
Joe turns so his ear is pressed over Bob’s heart, listening to the steady, reassuring thumps. He grins, maybe just a little smug, because Bob had been worried about him, and Bob totally can’t resist Joe’s rocking charms. “Dude,” he says, “awesome.” - I second this..and maybe Joe shouldn't give him too much hell after all. :D
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“It’s about my boyfriend,” Joe says, and Ashlee wolf-whistles and Brendon does a little shimmy as he sneaks up beside them. - WOOHOO!
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Patrick makes a face, but obligingly kicks into Grand Theft Autumn which, Joe thinks, isn’t actually about Hemmy or Bob or sunshine. You can never be too sure with Pete, though. - hehehee this is SOOOOO the perfect way to end a fic!