"Yeah, dude. Never been kissed in my entire life."
Scottie sat near Brett on the queen-size bed in his room at the Jury House. Leaning his back more into the pillow propped between his body and the bedframe, the blond turned his head to look at his former bed partner.
Brett took another sip of his beer and glanced at Scottie. "Never. Like, never ever?"
Scottie nodded. "Guess I was never in the right place at the right time."
Geekiness aside, Brett acknowledged that Scottie's mannerisms and behavior were endearing, but in a different way. Scottie was just so interesting to him, because of how different their lives were.
The younger man chuckled. "Yeah, maybe. The entire time, we all thought you were putting up an act, and a pretty damn good one at that."
"So you found it hard to believe?" Scottie was scouring for any sign of reciprocation to this electricity he felt when he was with Brett.
Since their talk before Scottie nominated him and Winston during his Head of Household, the fourth juror was captivated by the way he talked. At first, he thought that Brett was trying to mist Scottie into not nominating him, which it was. However, the more Scottie and Brett talked, the more that mist became addicting. Scottie had never met anyone who paralleled Brett's level of charisma, as if he could listen to him talk all day.
"To be honest, yeah. I mean, who could resist you?"
Two mistakes were made in that minute. Scottie, taking a sip of water to quell his meandering thoughts was unprepared for what Brett had said and sentenced himself into a minor choking fit.
Brett instinctively brought a hand to Scottie's back and tried to help him recover. "Shit, are you okay?"
Scottie gave an affirmative thumbs up in between coughs, and when they had settled, Scottie removed his glasses and glanced upward to look at Brett.
The second mistake made was Brett allowing himself to get lost. Scottie had taken his glasses off, and upon that glance, Brett caught a glance of Scottie's electric blue irises. He felt like he had instantly stepped into a blizzard, gazing at storm clouds and watching the lightning crackle between darkness.
They both hadn't noticed the white noise generated by the fan in the room. When looking at each other, the world became silent and they became more perceptive.
Scottie, dealing with three physical situations and fourteen mental, quickly averted his gaze towards the foot of the bed. Brett took an awkward sip of his beer before clattering the empty can onto Scottie's nightstand. They remained silent for who knows how long, because it's easy to get lost when they're with each other.
Scottie broke the silence.
"What's it feel like?"
Brett observed Scottie again and noticed a change in his energy. "What does what feel like?"
"A kiss. What's it feel like?" Brett was somewhat taken aback by this question, due to the nature of what just happened between them and how hard it was to describe the answer to his question.
"I dunno, a kiss is just... a kiss? Like, pressing your lips against something. It's kinda weird how us humans decided that kissing is just a thing to do..." Scottie ever so slightly nudged towards Brett, trying to see if increasing their physical proximity would help him get a clearer answer.
"But sometimes... there's a spark. It's indescribable. If you really like someone and you get the chance to kiss them, it's like everything makes sense once you do. A little bit cold and nasty if you don't know what you're doing, but we all gotta start somewhere."
