[Well, at least he owned up to it. Tucker was about to get mad if one of his best friends' boyfriends was an asshole. But it also looks like that was a bad move, Harlan doesn't want to talk about Michael.
He doesn't want to talk about Leo, either. Or his urges. Tucker was going about this in the wrong way, he guesses. So instead of commenting on any of the stuff Harlan just said, he decides to switch gears.
He's not gonna talk Harlan through this. He's just gonna help him forget until it passes for now.]
So you want to think about something else, let's do something else. You wanna get drunk and watch my shitty movie?
[Harlan laughs through his nose. He knew he could count on you, Tucker.]
The one that's like two days long? I really don't.
[The offer to drink, though. Hm. Ordinarily Harlan would pass—alcohol tends to make nights like this worse, and he'd just be trading one bad habit for another... But, well. He didn't bring his weed with him, and Tucker will be around to stop him from getting sad, and he's constantly trading bad habits around to play triage. Drinking is not the worst thing he could be getting up to tonight.]
What are my booze options? I'd bet money that you've been hoarding shit so don't hold out on me.
[Damn. He'll trick Harlan into watching that someday. Someday.]
Yeah, alright. Seems like as good a time as any to break out the good stuff.
[Tucker rolls to his feet and moves over to the kitchen, digs around in the back of a cupboard, and returns with two glasses and a bottle of scotch. He got this from an event forever ago, and he's kept it since.]
I've got this. Don't know the vintage because the label's in some alien language, but it's good shit. And you know I'm picky as hell.
[He puts the glasses on the coffee table and pours one for each of them. This should get them started, and by the time they're finished, hopefully they'll forget why.]
[Tucker said, and then failed, and also left the dimension!!!!!!]
I can't believe you're the type of guy who cares about vintage.
[He can, actually, but he will never get over Tucker constantly being on one extreme or the other when it comes to standards. JT's indeed a picky fuck when it comes to food and alcohol, but clothes? Forget it.
He takes the glass and—oh, wow, that's strong. Not terrible, though. He doesn't drink often enough to appreciate good scotch, but he trusts Tucker's judgment. Even if he didn't, this will do. It's a means to an end.
He knows full well, though, that Tucker is not the sharing type. A donation from his private liquor stash is already a kindness reserved for his closest friends, but the fact that Harlan's even here speaks volumes.]
Thanks.
[It's heartfelt, but he says it into his glass to avoid making it into a big thing. Tucker would not want that, he's sure, so he'll lean in. He tries to keep the rest of the night free from any sappy displays of appreciation. Mindlessly shooting the shit is a better distraction, anyway.]
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He doesn't want to talk about Leo, either. Or his urges. Tucker was going about this in the wrong way, he guesses. So instead of commenting on any of the stuff Harlan just said, he decides to switch gears.
He's not gonna talk Harlan through this. He's just gonna help him forget until it passes for now.]
So you want to think about something else, let's do something else. You wanna get drunk and watch my shitty movie?
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The one that's like two days long? I really don't.
[The offer to drink, though. Hm. Ordinarily Harlan would pass—alcohol tends to make nights like this worse, and he'd just be trading one bad habit for another... But, well. He didn't bring his weed with him, and Tucker will be around to stop him from getting sad, and he's constantly trading bad habits around to play triage. Drinking is not the worst thing he could be getting up to tonight.]
What are my booze options? I'd bet money that you've been hoarding shit so don't hold out on me.
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Yeah, alright. Seems like as good a time as any to break out the good stuff.
[Tucker rolls to his feet and moves over to the kitchen, digs around in the back of a cupboard, and returns with two glasses and a bottle of scotch. He got this from an event forever ago, and he's kept it since.]
I've got this. Don't know the vintage because the label's in some alien language, but it's good shit. And you know I'm picky as hell.
[He puts the glasses on the coffee table and pours one for each of them. This should get them started, and by the time they're finished, hopefully they'll forget why.]
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I can't believe you're the type of guy who cares about vintage.
[He can, actually, but he will never get over Tucker constantly being on one extreme or the other when it comes to standards. JT's indeed a picky fuck when it comes to food and alcohol, but clothes? Forget it.
He takes the glass and—oh, wow, that's strong. Not terrible, though. He doesn't drink often enough to appreciate good scotch, but he trusts Tucker's judgment. Even if he didn't, this will do. It's a means to an end.
He knows full well, though, that Tucker is not the sharing type. A donation from his private liquor stash is already a kindness reserved for his closest friends, but the fact that Harlan's even here speaks volumes.]
Thanks.
[It's heartfelt, but he says it into his glass to avoid making it into a big thing. Tucker would not want that, he's sure, so he'll lean in. He tries to keep the rest of the night free from any sappy displays of appreciation. Mindlessly shooting the shit is a better distraction, anyway.]