"Yeah, he rather is, isn't he? He's got a temper and no impulse control, takes every joke too far, but if you can live with that, I reckon you got lucky for a change there." Which felt good. He'd much rather it was that than Sirius running off with some idiot who didn't deserve it. "Look. For now, come here a few days a week. Help me sort the deliveries. Nothing too much, nothing too strenuous, but I could use the help and I can employ you. Pay you a bit."
Better than nothing, he supposed. "And you talk to our scientist and then have the most wonderful life with that beautiful boy over there, for however long you can."
Said boy was apparently returning, based on the increase in sound. "Here's one tip: Embrace the looks. When they stare because you're with the hottest bloke in the room. Don't get insecure. Get cocky. It's what I've had to learn."
"I have a job?" He was hired for something. He was going to get paid? Holy shit. What the fuck? He was going to have something to do again. He frowned and then, after it sunk in, he smiled hopefully at Holden. "Thank you."
For that and the advise. Get cocky? Well. He could try.
"Darling, I sorted out boy out." Felix called out as they re-entered, coming over to look at Holden and then Remus, a small frown. "Why is the energy so low in here? I was expected a nerdy book party."
"I told him I have AIDS." Remus confessed, assuming it was okay, given that Felix was sick too and Sirius knew. "And then he hired me... I think. Sirius, I have a job."
"And that got you down? I get that, I hate having a job too," Sirius said it with a grin, walking over to Remus and bending down so he could take his hand in his. He lifted it up to his lips and kissed it, looking into Remus's eyes the whole time. "I missed you."
Holden rolled his eyes and got up, sidestepping the young love. "He is taking those meds you stopped. I told him that he should talk to Hartley, so he can convince him to stop too."
One of Hartley's many causes. Next to stopping capitalism and curing AIDS. He was a busy and very driven young man.
"I'm not unhappy, just ... shocked." He leaned up, kissing Sirius and then reaching up, slipping his fingers into Sirius' belt so he could play with it a little.
"Oh yeah? Damn. Those meds are toxic. I am the only one from my original support group left standing and I'm the only one to avoid AZT. It buys time for some but not radically and not always. Do yourself a favour, don't take it." Felix advised as he crossed his arms and looked sideways at Holden. "They're using us as guinea pigs, Hartley is so right. Trying to off us gays, first by being lazy and now by giving us some rejected cancer stuff."
"We'll let Hartley do the talking. He's way scarier than you." Holden didn't want to pressure Remus too much all at once, especially since there was now also a concerned look on Sirius's face. Clearly the ball was rolling. "Did you teach Sirius your wardrobe trick?"
"Oh yeah, I think I've worked it out now." Sirius said it cheerily enough, tabling his worry for now. Instead he looked at Remus with a smile. "For an old bloke, Felix is pretty all right at dancing. You should see him some time, it's almost impressive. Not as good as me, of course..."
"You know, Sirius, that arrogance will be a lot less charming once the boyishness fades from your looks." Holden laughed when Sirius playfully stuck his tongue out, shaking his head. "Cheeky. Go next door and buy a paddle, Remus, maybe you can teach him some manners."
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Better than nothing, he supposed. "And you talk to our scientist and then have the most wonderful life with that beautiful boy over there, for however long you can."
Said boy was apparently returning, based on the increase in sound. "Here's one tip: Embrace the looks. When they stare because you're with the hottest bloke in the room. Don't get insecure. Get cocky. It's what I've had to learn."
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For that and the advise. Get cocky? Well. He could try.
"Darling, I sorted out boy out." Felix called out as they re-entered, coming over to look at Holden and then Remus, a small frown. "Why is the energy so low in here? I was expected a nerdy book party."
"I told him I have AIDS." Remus confessed, assuming it was okay, given that Felix was sick too and Sirius knew. "And then he hired me... I think. Sirius, I have a job."
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Holden rolled his eyes and got up, sidestepping the young love. "He is taking those meds you stopped. I told him that he should talk to Hartley, so he can convince him to stop too."
One of Hartley's many causes. Next to stopping capitalism and curing AIDS. He was a busy and very driven young man.
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"Oh yeah? Damn. Those meds are toxic. I am the only one from my original support group left standing and I'm the only one to avoid AZT. It buys time for some but not radically and not always. Do yourself a favour, don't take it." Felix advised as he crossed his arms and looked sideways at Holden. "They're using us as guinea pigs, Hartley is so right. Trying to off us gays, first by being lazy and now by giving us some rejected cancer stuff."
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"Oh yeah, I think I've worked it out now." Sirius said it cheerily enough, tabling his worry for now. Instead he looked at Remus with a smile. "For an old bloke, Felix is pretty all right at dancing. You should see him some time, it's almost impressive. Not as good as me, of course..."
"You know, Sirius, that arrogance will be a lot less charming once the boyishness fades from your looks." Holden laughed when Sirius playfully stuck his tongue out, shaking his head. "Cheeky. Go next door and buy a paddle, Remus, maybe you can teach him some manners."