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[pharadyne]

You're going to make me carry you out of no man's land all by myself?

[His ankles are starting to get sore from crouching in front of Jacob's chair, so he shifts and sits cross-legged on the floor.]

You quit on account of your feud with Abel, didn't you.

[weaponwithoutpurpose]

[He will need to be dragged out, but he understands the sentiment all the same.]

I'm tired of looking at his fucking face.

[He sits forward again, closer to Norton.]

[pharadyne]

I rather suspected something would give eventually. That place wasn't big enough for the both of you. [He rests his hands on Jacob's knees.]

I won't insist you work anywhere you don't want to. But I don't want you holed up alone with your thoughts all the time, either. How would you feel about evening dance lessons?

[weaponwithoutpurpose]

No.

[He watches him carefully.]

I'll just do custodial with the rest of them.

[pharadyne]

I won't force you to foxtrot with me either. I just thought it would be good way to check in while doing something and not having to talk about things unless you wanted to.

[weaponwithoutpurpose]

Let's just - go back to watching movies and getting drunk or something.

[He frowns.]

Are you fucking him?

[pharadyne]

You're going to have to be a little more specific with that pronoun, sweetheart.

[weaponwithoutpurpose]

[That gets a groan.]

Abel.

[pharadyne]

Oh, that him. I fucked him once, back during that last port, so...probably while you were brainwashing Hilbert. [Which in retrospect, he should have been paying closer attention to his inmate instead.]

Hasn't been an ongoing thing, however. Nothing aside from that one time. So to get grammatical about it, am I fucking him? No. Did I fuck him? Yes.

Why do you ask?

[weaponwithoutpurpose]

[He shrugs, letting his hands dangle between his knees.]

Just confirming a suspicion.

Would you do it again?

[pharadyne]

What's this all about? You've never asked for details about my sex life before. Do you not want me to fuck him?

[weaponwithoutpurpose]

I generally don't care.

[Which is mostly true. He's never taken an interest at all or really minded. However, this has been on his mind for far too long. It bothers him.]

But I fucking hate him. And I don't want to know that he's fucking my warden. Or - getting fucked. Whatever it is that you do.

And now I fucking know.

[pharadyne]

If you didn't want to know you shouldn't have asked.

[Norton stands, using Jacob's knees as leverage to push himself up off the floor, and restlessly ambles around the room.]

Look, I'm not going to make sure all my would-be suitors meet your approval before they can fuck me, as if you were my father and I were the heroine of some romance. But if you have concerns, we can discuss them. Is it...possessiveness? Worry that I'll take his side over yours in your conflict?

[weaponwithoutpurpose]

No, it ain't that. I know that shit isn't - always personal with you.

[But he can't out it into words, though he does his best.]

I don't want anything to do with him. He's my goddamn boss, or was. And you're my warden. He's always got that fucking control somehow and I don't want it.

[pharadyne]

[Norton isn't certain he entirely understands what Jacob means, unless it's the notion that, because Norton is his warden and has power over him, some of that power is transferred to Abel by their association. That Jacob is trying to maneuver himself out from under Abel's authority by leaving the gym, but if Norton fucks Abel, it alters the power dynamics between the three of them.]

I'm not the wicket in anyone's power games, to be hit or blocked to score runs.

[weaponwithoutpurpose]

[He shakes his head. Norton's got the right of it, but Jacob hates talking about this just as much as he hates thinking about it.]

Then do whatever you fucking want, Norton.

[pharadyne]

I usually do. Something we have in common. I really don't like being controlled either.

But me charvering Abel one time doesn't give him control over me and it certainly doesn't give him control over you. I'd object to him in the strongest possible terms if he tried to use that to claim control over you. Not to mention if we're going by numbers alone, you've had me more than he has.

[weaponwithoutpurpose]

[He rolls his eyes at that.]

He's too much of a coward and too clever to try. It wouldn't make any fucking sense.

[He rubs his hands down his face.]

I'm not a fucking child. You fuck who you want. Just - I don't want to know about that one. So he can get your goddamn name out of his mouth.

[pharadyne]

Wait, I thought you'd asked simply because he's a young and attractive homosexual like me. What did he say? Did he tell you we'd shagged?

[weaponwithoutpurpose]

No. He said you didn't deserve to deal with my shit.

[He crosses his arms over his chest.]

That's why I asked.

[pharadyne]

[Norton groans in frustration.]

That's exactly the sort of thing my father would say. Without the swearing, of course. He doesn't approve of course language.

[weaponwithoutpurpose]

It's the sort of shit my father would say, too.

Well - 'What did I do to deserve an ungrateful shit like you' is more accurate.

[He laughs bitterly.]

He loved course language.

[pharadyne]

[From what he's heard about Abel's father, he suspects Abel's heard it, too. Maybe where he got it from without realizing it.]

The psychotherapists like to say everything wrong with us is because of the relationship we had with our mothers, but I think it's the fathers who are the primary culprits.

[weaponwithoutpurpose]

No.

No my mom did fuck all to save my brothers. She just let it happen. So I did it myself.

It's why I went to war, apparently.

[He grins.]

A shrink told me that.

[pharadyne]

That you went to war because of your mum? [Norton's nose wrinkles at that.] I really don't follow.

I know you protected your brothers, though, when no one else did. I admire that. If you'd been at my school I'd have hitched myself to your wagon immediately.