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[pitythetrumper]

Freddie had more than his share of bruises, but he was actually feeling a little good about them. Funny, he'd never thought about actually forming any kind of relationship with Anatoly and yet here he was, becoming the man's confidante. The more he thought about it, though, the more he kind of understood that their shared history made it so they understood each other when many other people might not, even the people closest to them.

The idea of going home, of seeing the people that mattered most to them, Freddie understood that intimately. He didn't have a family, but he knew how he would have felt going home to see Florence if Florence had still been on speaking terms with him. He'd had never wanted to leave.

It was because of all that that he had a smile on his face when he walked into Prior's. A small smile. He didn't want to hurt his split lip.

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Now that was impressive. Freddie had somehow managed to completely change the subject while still maintaining the same righteous indignation.

Or maybe he really was dense.

"I wasn't talking about the fighting," Prior said irritably. "I'm talking about you confessing your feelings when you thought I was asleep. Though if you'd prefer to fight about fighting I guess we can do that. So. What was it about?"

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He wasn't dense. He just didn't want to argue - or even talk about - his feelings and he flinched a little when Prior stated it baldly like that. "Why are you attacking me at all?" It wasn't supposed to be like this. He'd had a good start to the day. He'd done something good and here was Prior, yelling at him for it.

[priorlives.livejournal.com]

More deflecting.

Prior sighed, mostly just sounding tired.

"I'm not attacking you, Freddie. If you don't want to talk to me, you don't have to."

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"There's nothing to say," Freddie answered, not looking at him.

[priorlives.livejournal.com]

Prior honestly wasn't sure how they'd gotten to this point. But he didn't know what else to say. What else to do, really, except for maybe bang his head on the desk.

He should have known better. The way Freddie had acted the other night had thrown up an amazing red flag.

"Then you should let me get back to my work," he said quietly, and picked up the sequins again.

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"Fine," Freddie muttered under his breath. Without another word, he turned and walked back out. He wasn't sure what Prior expected from him, but it was too much. He'd lost one person he cared about. He wasn't about to do it again which just meant that he wouldn't care.