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I only drink Chocolate Milk. THE DARKEST OF MILKS!
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Everyone I know drinks coffee so awful I imagine the gods themselves have turned their backs on it. My friend Archie just drinks this, like, pitch black sludge - it's the worst. I'm sure Karen's can't be that bad, comparatively.
[ The more Odin listens to Foggy talk, the fonder he looks. He's still sad, of course he is, but the tears are all but dry and his voice is finding its legs again. He wishes he knew the right things to say. He wants to reassure Foggy, tell him he'll see his friends again, but he knows how hurtful blind promises can be. All he can do is hope they show up, despite everything this America deals with. ]
Yeah. I wanna hear about your epic bender. Tell me. [ He orders a second beer from a passing waitress, though, both for him and for Foggy, and when they're delivered he checks for eels. These fucking things. He cracks open the cap and takes a sip, and he eyes Foggy thoughtfully for a second.
May as well just ask. ]
Um, first though? Um. Uh. I mean - Karen and Matt. Are you - in love with either of them?
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IβNo, no, it's not. It's not like that. [Barring his infatuation with Matt in college that he likes to think he got over and his slight maybe-romantic fondness for Karen, anyway, neither of which are ever going to see the light of day if he's got anything to say about it.] Matt's my best friend and business partner, Karen's my best friend and secretary. Romantic entanglements would make things a little bit messy. A lot messy, actually.
[Which doesn't change the fact that he would drop a lot of things for either of them.
Noticeably: he hasn't said he's not in love with either of them.]
God, okayβso me and Karen are just in the office, right? It's a slow night, Matt's not around because he went home like every person looking forward to sleep does [sleep or punching people in the face] and we're the only ones there, and Karen doesn't feel like going home 'cause of reasons, and neither do I. So I get this brilliant idea of going out to hit as many bars in Hell's Kitchen as we can.
[A little shrug.] I mean, you're only young once, and all.
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Boy.
While Foggy should be thankful that Odin doesn't know lawyers are supposed to be good liars, he should also know that Odin totally isn't bothering to hide the sheer incredulity on his face. Just. 100% scepticism. Every inch of him, scepticism. Scepticism, as far as the eye can see. The freshest broadway hit, in town for one night only! Scepticism: The Odin Dark story!
On the other hand, given everything he's been through recently, he - he knows that love is hard to talk about. As much as he would like to offer an ear to Foggy, he lets that part of the conversation die. For now. ]
I travelled through time and saw an alternate version of myself as a baby, but yeah, you're only young once. I get it. How many fires did you guys end up starting?
[ He sips his drink again. And then his rare moment of tactfulness dies as quickly as it was born into this world. ]
Which one of them are you in love with? Both? It's okay if it's both. I've met people here who are dating two people. Or - maybe you don't want to say "love". Maybe it's just a feelings thing? Like you've got a crush or something. That's okay, too.
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[There's barely even a pause in his voice before he lies straight to Odin's face about what Matt must've been doing, that night. The guilt's still there, but it doesn't stop him from doing it anyway.]
We drank the eel. We were loud as hell and embarrassed ourselves in front of fellow night owls who were more sober than we were. It wasβnice. [He takes a sip of his drink, basking in the warmth of nostalgia. For a moment, it's perfect, he can't ask for anything more than this: talking about his friends to another friend, even despite the sting of homesickness and loneliness.
...and then Odin up and asks him that question and Foggy very nearly spits his drink out again.
Con-fucking-gratulations, he nearly choked twice in one night.]
IβThat's notβWe aren'tβIt's notβ
[Oh, wait:] I'm already dating someone! Here, I mean. His name's Piper, he's a great guy, he can talk to rodents. [It's still not an answer, Nelson! But he absolutely does not know how he's going to talk about his own more than platonic feelings for either Matt or Karen, becauseβwell. Reasons.]
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[ Odin smiles and thinks of home, of the nights he would sneak away from the rest of his army to hit the town and waste the night away on stupid bullshit with his friends. It didn't happen often, and he always regretted it, for one reason or another - but it was nice, to have this connection with Foggy, he thinks. He opens his mouth to make a joke about Karen's singing, but he just shuts it, his voice dying off in his throat. He's too focused on, uh - the other half of this conversation.
That second bout of choking alone should have be enough for Odin to realize he's crossing a line, and the way Foggy deflects again by talking about the man he's currently dating should only hammer that line of thinking in. It does, to an extent, so again, Odin falls quiet in an attempt to be kind. Buuuuuuut again, his attempt only lasts for about twelve seconds. ]
That doesn't... necessarily...
[ He scratches his neck, then sighs, frustrated. He's starting to sound pretty petulant, actually, like he's getting annoyed with Foggy's answers, but he doesn't have the self-awareness to realize why that might be. When Poe shot him down up in space, it was with the words I already know what I want - who I want, shutting a door so thoroughly on any future relationship he and Odin might have in the future. And that's - fine, but he still wants it, he still wants Poe, and Foggy's just-- making himself the perfect target for Odin to project his feelings about that onto. ]
That doesn't-- mean something. Necessarily. People can love more than one person. Right? Just because you love somebody right now doesn't mean you can't also love-- somebody else. At the same time. Eventually. Or - simultaneously. Right? Like. I couldn't? I don't think? I'd die. Probably. But other people can. Probably. Probably. Maybe. I think. I'd try it? If I had to. So.
[ So. So. Yeah. He looks off to the side, frowning, his thoughts a thousand miles away. Still with Poe. ]
... What's Piper like?
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[Says the man who graduated cum laude from the same university, but Foggy very conveniently leaves that out. But he looks at Odin like he really does not want to have to deal with questions ofβof what he wants, who he wants. President of the Sad Bastards Club he might be, but at the moment Foggy really does not want to talk about himself, would rather deflect questions about his slightly more than platonic feelings towards Matt and Karen, talk about stupid embarrassing stories instead of Emotions.
Sure, people can love more than one person. He's seen that himself. But he sighs, and shakes his head.]
It doesn't work that way for everyone. Sometimes it does, and everyone gets to be happy. But most of the time, it justβ
[He sighs, and fills up his glass again.]
It's complicated and messy, Odin. Sometimes when you love someone, they're it for you, either at the time or for the rest of your life. Other times you've got room to love someone else, too. The problem is, you never really know for sure.
[A small, almost shy smile, before he says:] He'sβnice. We met on a blind date [hah!] and we hit it right off.
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[ He grins, even though he has no fucking idea what Columbia or summa cum laude actually mean, but. From context he can tell these are Smart Earth Person things and that's good enough for him. He falls quiet, though. He doesn't pick up on Foggy not wanting to talk about his emotional shit in any more depth than he already has, but he's successfully placated by his answer, enough to let the conversation drift. He briefly considers calling it a night, because the direct and explicit reminder that love is stupid and confusing and he'll never fully grasp it is kind of a little too much for him to bear right now, but that fucking adorable shy little smile brings Odin back in.
He considers what he wants to say before he says it. ]
Me and Poe, um... we met while I was being kind of an asshole? I was trying to show off how cool I was by filming myself doing these stupid skateboard tricks. I kept talking about how badass I was and how talented I was and he just, like, laughed and went along with it all. [ Odin laughs. ] And afterwards, we started hanging out a lot, 'cause I found out he's my next door neighbour? And I kept trying really hard to act stupid whenever I was around him, 'cause I was really starting to like him and I thought all the Odin Pretends To Be Way Stupider Than He Actually Is bullshit was the only reason why he kept letting me be with him. Because, like - he's so great. You know? I still don't understand why someone as intelligent and funny and charismatic and creative and interesting and brave and strong as Poe would even, like. Look at me. Let alone want to spend time with me.
But then it turned out he just liked being with me? It was weird. He's weird. [ He hesitates. ] Man, before I confessed to him, I kept thinking, "fuck, I could marry this man one day". I have the ring I would have given him and everything? Ugh. I'm glad I never told him that.
[ Odin shrugs. He should probably stop talking about Poe so much, he thinks. It's not going to go anywhere and he's pretty sure as kind as Foggy is for inviting him out like this, he probably doesn't actually give a shit about all the sad and gory details. He looks away for a second, and then-- he grins, suddenly, toothy and sharp. ]
Hey. Hey. Hey. You gonna marry Piper, do you think?
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[At the time he hadn't known why. He'd just thought that, hey, maybe Matt was picking up girls all by himself or something. He knows better now, however, and it sits heavy in his stomach, that knowledge. All that time he was on that bender with Karen, and Matt was out late, doing God only knows what, fighting in the backalleys of Hell's Kitchen, putting himself at risk. Something horrible could've happened that night, and all those other nights out Foggy had. And he would never have known.
He takes a sip of his drink. Listens to Odin's story, instead.]
Do youβDo you really think the "Odin Dark Pretends to Be A Total Dumbass" shit is the entire reason why anyone would hang out with you? Because if so, you're doing yourself a disservice. You'reβ
[Argh, okay, wait.]
βdaring. Who wouldn't want to hang out with that? [Daring is the nicest way Foggy has of putting it, because it's that or "a goddamn fuck-up", and that's not something you say to a guy who's just had his heartbreak broadcast on live TV.]
Andβno? We've only just been on a few dates, it's too early to say if we're getting married.
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That's what you're going with? "Daring"? There were so many other adjectives you could have gone with, if you wanted to compliment me. Charismatic. Funny. Irresistably physically attractive. [ he pulls up his hoodie, slapping his abs as hard as he can. ] Ch--
[ wheeze. Slapping his abs was a bad idea, one that left him winded. He grips the table with both hands, coughing a little. He takes a minute to calm down, and then he lifts up his hoodie again like that never happened and slaps his chest, instead. Slightly lighter, this time. ]
Check out these pecs!
[ so smooth. he casually leaves his hoodie hooked up over his shoulder while they talk, just letting his bare torso hang out in this place where people serve food like it's no big deal. ]
... But, yeah. I do. I'm not-- [ He hesitates, here, wondering if he's about to cross a bridge with Foggy he can't really come back from. He decides he doesn't have much of a choice, at this point. ] I'm not-- a good person. In a lot of ways. I come from a family of these-- amazing, brilliant, heroic royals, and I've completely dirtied the blood in my veins by being such a genuine disappointment in every aspect of my life. I've killed... more people than I can count. I don't even know the number, anymore. Indirectly. Directly. Stained my hands with blood. People don't... I don't have anything to offer. As a friend. As more than a friend. All I have is an ability to be funny, sometimes. So. I try to be funny. I guess.
[ ugh, he wants another drink. ]
You should marry your boyfriend.