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[helpdesk_hero]

There's Just No Helping Ninjas


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[helpdesk_hero]

Yeah, it really is important to have heard it. He sighs and leans back against Jean-Paul.

"I love you, and I'm sorry. You're my everything, and it's hard sometimes, to deal with all of it. The fear. But perhaps we only fear it because, well, this is so right. We're just so good."

[speed_of_snark]

"It doesn't help that I'm an asshole." Because he was is. He knows he is. "And that's not an excuse. I shouldn't have reacted how I did."

He sighs. "We ARE good."

[helpdesk_hero]

"You're an asshole, I'm a superior know it all, we've both got flaws," David dismisses quite easily. Though... after a moment he nods.

"You may have acted before thinking, though."

[speed_of_snark]

"I did. As I often do."

He thinks for a moment, then nods. "I will work on it. Truly."

[helpdesk_hero]

"I know," David agrees. But if nothing else, he was pretty certain the two of them wouldn't really work with flirting with a third person.

[speed_of_snark]

He kisses David's cheek. "It was just the shock. I wasn't expecting him."

[helpdesk_hero]

"You were probably expecting it more than me," David says, shuddering. Because wow, he hadn't wanted that.

"Dinner's in about another twenty if you want to clean up or something like that."

[speed_of_snark]

He nods, but pauses. "ARE you okay? I can beat him up, you know."

[helpdesk_hero]

Is he okay? No. He's angry. So angry. But... violence is too much.

"Thanks for the offer. But I'll pass. For now. If he does it again, you're up to bat."

[speed_of_snark]

"Alright." He is willing to drop it, for now. He does think privately he might still punch Tommy out the next time he sees him.

[helpdesk_hero]

David... might not think a black eye or two would be remiss. Especially if he had enough time to tell Tommy's twin not to freak out over it. Any man should expect a serious boyfriend to get mad if you made moves on their man.

"I can typically defend my own honor, beloved.

[speed_of_snark]

"I know. You're very tough." Said lovingly, and without a whisper of sarcasm. Jean-Paul knows full well how resilient David is.

[helpdesk_hero]

For a moment David freezes. He... isn't resilient. Not... in the ways HE thinks matters. He's died now, twice. And in the process hurt the people he loves.

"I'm just lucky, Jean-Paul."

[speed_of_snark]

"Hey."

Jean-Paul takes David gently by the shoulders. "It's never just luck."

[helpdesk_hero]

“You think there is no luck involved in being so fortunate as to have a mutant that can bring people back from the dead on speed dial?”

Because he thinks that is luck.

[speed_of_snark]

Jean-Paul flaps a hand at him. "Stop selling yourself short, that's all I'm saying."

[helpdesk_hero]

"Ah, but who will buy me high? Present company excluded."

[speed_of_snark]

"Sassy bitch." He's smiling as he says it, though.

[helpdesk_hero]

"I'd say the sassiest, but you're also here," David snarks back as he returns his attention to the cooking.

[speed_of_snark]

"Mm."

Lacking anything productive to do, Jean-Paul contents himself with watching David's ass.

[helpdesk_hero]

It takes some time, but soon enough David's sweeping the requested dinner out and serving it onto plates.

"Dinner then flying?"

Gifts can wait indefinitely.

[speed_of_snark]

"You read my mind."

Now also seems the time to pop the champagne and pour two glasses. Seated across from David, he raises his.

"To another year? To love."

[helpdesk_hero]

“To love,” David agrees, his voice soft as he takes his own and raises it, smiling.

“I have a vast wealth of it for you.”

[speed_of_snark]

"You're really poetic," Jean-Paul chuckles before clinking his glass against David's and drinking.

The food is, of course, devoured promptly and with rave reviews. Conversation manages not to get tangled in the remnants of the night's argument, and soon enough Jean-Paul is leaning back in his seat and sighing.

"David. You're perfect."

[helpdesk_hero]

“Keep buttering me up like that and I might think I’m the next thing getting cooked,” he teases as he enjoys the final sip of champagne. Dessert, he has already decided, can and will wait. “But yeah. You’ve... been beyond perfect for me. I still can’t figure out why life has chosen to be so good to me but... well, there you go.”