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[ragnarsson]

"This is Ivar."

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[ragnarsson]

Ivar snorts and he slaps Dodger's cheek lightly, playfully, though there's just the hint of an annoyed edge to the movement. "And you like to accuse me of just bullshitting people with my words." What had Dodger called it before? Psychobabble? "Can't fool someone who already knows how to twist the truth, Dodger."

But the answer does tell him enough and it hurts. Dodger is never going to be everything he needs. Ivar wishes he was, and if he was smart, he would have gotten out a long time ago. But it's too late now. He's in deep and is just gonna keep on going deeper with his boyfriend.

"Come here." He wraps his hands around Dodger's neck and pulls him back down onto the bed. "Just stay here with me a while." He won't say anything, just curl up and relax knowing Dodger is there beside him. Things are rarely alright between them, so Ivar will take what he can get in that regard.

[smokedout]

Dodger blinks when he's slapped, but it gets a lopsided grin out of him. He knows he's hurting Ivar, and it's fucking awful. But this really is the best he can do and he just hopes Ivar knows that.

He lets Ivar pull him closer, and curls up against him as his skin heats up to a pleasant warmth. He shifts to press their foreheads together and lets out a quiet huff of laughter, as he settles in.

"You're just like a kid somethings, y'know that? ...It's really cute."