All The Ways We Touch [MxM]

thirteen - karma

"Okay, so tell me about last night," Wren demanded, her eyes wide with excitement and interest. She had to live vicariously through somebody while her love life was on ice. "I want to hear everything."

"There's nothing to tell," he said, sipping from a cup of peppermint tea, it soothing his recently perpetually upset stomach. It didn't used to be so bad anymore but since hanging out with Elliot, he was in a near constant state of stomachaches again. "We hung out at the beach and then went to his house and watched a movie until I'd sobered up enough for us to fall asleep."

With how intensely private Jamison was, she wasn't surprised he didn't elaborate any further but it still disappointed her not to hear any of the details. There had to be more to it but she clearly wouldn't get it out of him willingly. She could always harass Elliot for details but doubted he'd be any better. "His bedhead didn't look like you two just fell asleep on the couch," she smirked. Maybe she could pry it out of him.

"Stop trying to make it sound salacious," he muttered, taking a long drink.

"I'm allowed to be excited and happy for you, aren't I?"

"What's there to be so happy about? I got drunk and he was worried about me aspirating." Frowning, he took out his phone and showed it to her, figuring it would be the quickest way to get her to move on. "He also gave me a phone. Or Vera did, I guess. I think she did because it'd seem less weird than coming from him."

"Seriously, like, where do I sign up for this kinda treatment? I'd appreciate it so much more than you," she whined, her face falling when she saw it was the newest model. "It's even better than mine."

"You're probably right about that," he chuckled and unlocked it. "Now I need to save your number." Handing the phone to her, she input her details, even taking a selfie to add to her contact page.

"Now send me a text and I'll have your number."

"You should hit up Katie..." he said, glancing at her. "She's really great."

"That's a good idea, I've been meaning to get to know her better," she said, pulling out her phone.

Going over to the box of Halloween decorations, he picked up a plastic mask of the devil, scrutinizing it. "So, were you serious about taking him up on his offer if you were me?"

"Absolutely," she said, slipping her phone into her pocket to return to the garland she'd been hanging across the counter when they'd come in. "I mean, if it was a guy then probably not because I'd expect to be murdered, obviously, but if a girl offered me the same deal, then absolutely."

"So you think I should go for it?" Pursing his lips together, he set the mask back down and instead picked up some gel clings, going over to the window to decorate. "Even though we've only known each other for less than a week?"

"How was he last night?" She asked, using far too much tape than the garland needed. "Anything weird when you were isolated with him at the beach? Or while you slept together? Or when you, like, showered with him in your apartment?"

He stuck a bloody "H" onto the window and peeled off a bloody "A" to follow it. "...you don't have to make it sound so weird."

"How am I making it sound weird? Those are facts, aren't they?" Returning to the box, she picked up the devil mask and a box of tacks.

Grumbling to himself, he continued to spell out 'HAPPY HALLOWEEN' on the large front window. It'd obstruct his ability to stare out of it, but he couldn't deny a feeling of excitement at the impending holiday. "I need to focus on the spacing," he muttered, not wanting to continue the conversation.

"That's what I thought," Wren teased, sticking her tongue out. "No need to be so sensitive about making a friend, Jam!"

[a couple of hours later]