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[The device turns on and reveals Alex sitting in front of the screen, a grey cat curled up in his lap. He's looking pretty relaxed, for once, and he gives an actual smile. Running a hand through his hair, he clears his throat, and starts to talk.]

So uh, yeah it's my anniversary, I guess. Time flies when you're trapped on a spaceship on a trip to nowhere, right?

I figure in honor of me not getting myself killed, or anyone else exploded for a whole year, I'm going to be drinking at Space Babylon tomorrow night.

And I'd be totally cool with anyone coming down to join me.

I'd say it's a party, and the drinks are on me--but it's not like the drinks aren't free, and I don't really throw parties.

[And he feels like he might as well add after the conversation he had with Kirk,]

Since booze is free, I'm also totally cool with supporting underage drinking and delinquency.

[Fuck, he still wishes he wasn't so awkward.]

See you tomorrow, I guess?

Or not.

Whatever.

[He gives a little smirk and then turns the device off.

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[If this had happened several months earlier, Josias might have put on more of a show. He's dealt with enough celebrations in his time, anniversaries and birthdays, his own and his father's, peers in the social circles his father likes him to engage with, clients. In fact, being hired as a celebration gift is a fairly common occurrence. There's some similarity between that and Alex's obvious intentions, now, but the differences make it a very slim similarity indeed. The nature of their relationship being so far from anything Josias has experienced before, the current state Josias is in, and the fact he has neither the money nor the control over their environment to make any kind of lavish display.

(Not thinking on the fact he hasn't actually had sex since getting lost in the hallways, since contracting the virus).

He manages to clean up, at least. Himself and the mess he's been letting his cabin fall into. When he hits the release for the door, he's wearing one of the new shirts and trousers that had appeared in his locker a few jumps ago (ignored, until now) - but it's only when he notices the bottle and chocolate in Alex's hands that he realises he should have maybe tried a little harder. It was poor form to let someone bring gifts to their own anniversary - though he supposes it must be his too, even if he hadn't intended on celebrating it - and he pulls a somewhat discontent face, looking at them.]

Edited (lmao that was such a massive cock up sorry) 2013-06-11 00:15 (UTC)

What--? Too much? I shouldn't have brought anything?

[He quirks an eyebrow, responding to the look on Josias's face. He can't help but give a little smile and a shrug. He walks into the room, but not before dropping a kiss to the other boy's cheek. It's much more natural than some of his early tries at affection, and his good mood made it less awkward than he could be at times.

It isn't that he's dismissing Josias, and whatever he felt towards the items, but he felt good, and that in itself was worth celebrating.]

I don't really know how to 'do' parties. Besides, figure we both could use something, maybe. Or not--up to you.

[Moving to put the items down on the side table, he turns around to get a better look at Josias, his smile becoming a bit bigger, then.] You look good.

[And it isn't meant as a come on, but honesty--while he may not feel good, completely, still stepping towards a shade of what he had been, the clothing made Alex feel as if Josias might be taking another tiny step forward.]

[Alex moving into the room and the kiss on his cheek manages to shake Josias out of any minor moment of self-irritation he might have fallen into. There's a familiarity there that he both welcomes and finds strange, the way Alex touches him and then moves around his room as if it's a space he belongs in. Josias watches him for a moment, one eyebrow raised, something that would normally be accompanied by a dry but fond please, make yourself at home.

The comment about could use something has him paying a little more attention to the bottle, though. Alcohol to ease the way wasn't particularly unknown to him, though he tended not to need it himself, just provide it for clients. He picks the bottle up from where Alex leaves it, looking it over like he might a bottle of wine, trying to discern the contents. He doesn't have any glasses in the room, he realises, but he's distracted from that concern by comment on his appearance - by Alex's smile when he looks up.

He gives a small tip of his head in thanks, but then a shrug, because he could look better. He's a little scrawny, needs more colour in his skin and his hair's about to reach an awkward growing out stage that he really should have anticipated before he shaved it (if he'd been thinking rationally about that decision at all). But it's better, he supposes, and he twists the cap off the bottle, taking a drink straight.]

[A wry smirk hits his lips, his own eyebrow quirking in return to Josias's, as if to say don't mind of I do.]

It's some sort of mead or wine I think? It's hard to tell what any of this swill is.

[He rubs the back of his neck and chuckles, always a sign that he's having a flash of embarrassment.]

Yeah, I forgot the glasses. But I never claimed to be that classy.

[He watches Josias drink from his position near one of the beds, just itching to touch. Not necessarily in some sexual need, but just a need for contact, to reach out and make up for some of the lost time. For both of them (if Alex could be that conceited to think Josias might need it too). But instead, he just puts his hand out for the bottle after Josias takes a drink.]

Hopefully the stuff's not too gross.

[It's not too gross. It's not the best Josias has ever tasted, but then, he's long grown used to things on the Tranquility not reaching the standards he'd had access to at home. It doesn't matter as long as there's some warmth to it, and he thinks one drink will be fine for him - he doesn't need to get tipsy or drunk, thinks it's probably preferable he avoids drinking anymore just for the risk that it takes his mindset into something even more morose. A depressed drunk was hardly what Alex had come here for, so he willingly relinquishes the bottle to the other man's hand with a shrug as comment on its contents, gives it a little nudge as if to say all yours, drink up.

Not that he particularly wants Alex drunk either, but a little dutch courage probably wouldn't go amiss. Josias will just have to manage on his own, try to uncover the dregs of his confidence down in wherever he'd lost his old self (selves). Over-thinking is unlikely to help, probably only breed nerves and anxiety, so he moves and takes a seat on the edge of the bed he sleeps in. Doesn't go so far as to pat the mattress beside him, but he does look up at Alex somewhat expectantly.]

[Alex takes the bottle and swigs down a few gulps; nah, it isn't too bad. The stuff isn't really going to do much for him, either. But it's symbolic, perhaps. He isn't sure exactly what he's going for, here (despite his teasing and flirting). Whatever happens, he's good for it, he thinks. If only because he's spending time with Josias--which is good, even if they only sit around and talk.

Well, Alex talks, and Josias gestures.

Realizing he's probably thinking too much, he puts the bottle down and moves to sit next to Josias.]

So...yeah.

[When he has to fill the space with sound, he is just going to end up sounding stupid. So instead, he realizes maybe he shouldn't talk at all, and just leans in slightly, pressing his lips to Josias' shoulder.]

I'm glad you're here.

[Which is true. Even if it's room. Or something. Man he has to stop thinking.]

[Josias gives a soft laugh - one of the sounds still available to him, not corrupted by the damage to his implant. The amused expression he turns to Alex is fond, clearly affectionate even as he makes an open gesture at the room it is my room.

But the smile still lingers, and with the same hand he touches Alex's jaw, draw his face up so Josias can kiss him, hopefully stop any more overthinking and nervous attempts to fill Josias' ongoing silence. They've both taken drinks from the bottle now, but Josias thinks he far prefers licking the taste from Alex's mouth.]

[Alex can't say he disagrees; this is much better than any secondary plan he might of had. Kissing back, he shifted his body slightly, sliding a hand to rest on the back of Josias' neck, thumb stroking through the short hair just behind his ear. He has no intention of rushing this; taking their time is what they both need, in the end--for once they are strangely on equal footing when it comes to this.]

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