"I'd prefer one free dangling them over the railing by their shirt collar while I explain their mistake," Gonou mutters. Xie Lian might have his own opinions about that, too, but Gonou has the strong suspicion that they would boil down to watching Gonou dangle them over the railing and offering advice on his collar holding technique.
He leans his head back against the rope of the hammock, which creaks, a faint shivering sway running through it with the shift of his weight.
"I don't find violence satisfying, is the thing," he murmurs at last. "That doesn't stop me from lashing out, but I don't fool myself that it'll make me feel better. Mr. Flint says it does, for him. I imagine it's harder to resist if it actually works."
"Satisfying is not the same as works," Jedao mutters darkly; part of him worries that if he slips up and Flint finds that out, he'll just spiral even worse at the compounded sense of helplessness.
"Also, there's nets now." Which is to say he suspects collar-dangling would fall into the same category of gratifying but ineffective. But he's not fussed enough that he'd actually be mad about it.
"Vengeance isn't good for anything but making you feel better, so in this one very specific case, it is the same. And anyone hoping for anything more out of their vengeance is fooling themselves from the beginning."
He taps a fingertip against the small of Jedao's back, quirking a smile.
"And the nets don't matter. I wouldn't want to upset you by dropping them, in any case. I'd just lecture."
James is very much fooling himself, except that the things he's fooling himself about being able to get are mostly things people should have, like not living in constant fear of loss. It's a mess.
"Once a schoolteacher," Jedao teases, instead of digging deeper into it.
"Mm," Gonou agrees, letting it go. He doesn't think he understands James Flint well enough to give Jedao any useful advice, and rambling isn't that helpful.
"One has to be flexible with one's pedagogy for the situation at hand," he says instead, light and amused.
"I wish I had nice things to tell you about. Maybe I should get a pet." It's only idle musing though; he has enough responsibilities already, and it wouldn't be fair, he thinks, to get a living creature he knows won't be his priority.
"I am fully prepared to switch a few hundred dust jackets around just to be annoying if he was a prick to you," Jedao promises, loyally and immediately. He's pretty sure he could get James on board with that.
"He didn't do anything to me," Gonou says, on a soft chuckle, and nuzzles into Jedao's hair. "It's just -- I got upset over that punishment he's giving Daniel."
"Ah," Jedao says softly, then catches Gonou's hand, tugs it up to his mouth to press soft kisses on the knuckles. "I would still love you if you were a lizard," Jedao tells him. "Although why that's supposed to be monstrous, I don't know."
Gonou falls silent for a long moment, losing himself in lazy kisses.
Eventually, he says, half a whisper, "I'd -- like to stay with you. Wherever you want to go after you're done here." If he graduates by then. If it's possible. He's choosing not to worry about all the things that could ruin that plan.
Jedao makes a soft, punched-out sound. It's shock without nearly as much surprise, because he knows Gonou, how tightly he binds himself, how close they already are. They even sort of talked about it before. Sort of. But it's still so much he could never have asked for, could never have imagined six months ago.
"Sometimes," he says finally, squeezes his eyes shut. "I lay awake at night and try to think what I could do in your tea shop." The one he doesn't have, the one he's only thought about.
"Take care of the gardens? Wash dishes? If you wanted to drink tea for sixty years, I'd still want you there," Gonou says quietly, threading his fingers through Jedao's hair. "Or -- if you'd rather go to another world, one more like yours. I could learn to pilot a ship."
"I will admit I mostly ended up with fantasies of sitting at your feet in front of a fire. In my head your tea room always has nice armchairs and very soft carpets," Jedao confesses wryly.
"We still have gambling in space. We could trade off being card sharps and bodyguards." It had been fun, in New York. "I...it would be nice, to go somewhere machines can be people. My only friend from my world is a machine, and it'd come, I think, if I gave it somewhere else to go."
"We'd have to have nice armchairs and soft carpets wherever we go," Gonou agrees, tone a little silly, but also a little serious, because he very much likes that image himself. "And at least a screen that can display a fire."
He takes a deep breath, and ducks his chin in a tiny nod.
"Hemiola? I'd like to meet it.
"...I think it would be nice," he adds, low, "to go someplace where aliens are normal, too." For Jedao. For himself, too, because as much as he prefers to look human, he isn't anymore.
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He leans his head back against the rope of the hammock, which creaks, a faint shivering sway running through it with the shift of his weight.
"I don't find violence satisfying, is the thing," he murmurs at last. "That doesn't stop me from lashing out, but I don't fool myself that it'll make me feel better. Mr. Flint says it does, for him. I imagine it's harder to resist if it actually works."
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"Also, there's nets now." Which is to say he suspects collar-dangling would fall into the same category of gratifying but ineffective. But he's not fussed enough that he'd actually be mad about it.
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He taps a fingertip against the small of Jedao's back, quirking a smile.
"And the nets don't matter. I wouldn't want to upset you by dropping them, in any case. I'd just lecture."
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"Once a schoolteacher," Jedao teases, instead of digging deeper into it.
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"One has to be flexible with one's pedagogy for the situation at hand," he says instead, light and amused.
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"I wish I had nice things to tell you about. Maybe I should get a pet." It's only idle musing though; he has enough responsibilities already, and it wouldn't be fair, he thinks, to get a living creature he knows won't be his priority.
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He exhales, a long breath, and walks his hand up Jedao's back to cup the back of his head.
"... I had a little bit of an argument with Jon," he murmurs.
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"If it's like the last time Jon gave him a punishment like this one, he'll get a new one whenever he says or does something he's not supposed to...."
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"Hmm-- I might be able to pull off some tasteful hairline scales," he agrees, lightly. "But I don't think the lizard nose would suit me."
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"Look," he mutters, and then completely fails to follow it up with any argument.
"I'm a simple man and I know what I like," he settles on eventually.
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"I'm very lucky that you like me," he says gently. "Claws and all."
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Eventually, he says, half a whisper, "I'd -- like to stay with you. Wherever you want to go after you're done here." If he graduates by then. If it's possible. He's choosing not to worry about all the things that could ruin that plan.
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"Sometimes," he says finally, squeezes his eyes shut. "I lay awake at night and try to think what I could do in your tea shop." The one he doesn't have, the one he's only thought about.
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"We still have gambling in space. We could trade off being card sharps and bodyguards." It had been fun, in New York. "I...it would be nice, to go somewhere machines can be people. My only friend from my world is a machine, and it'd come, I think, if I gave it somewhere else to go."
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He takes a deep breath, and ducks his chin in a tiny nod.
"Hemiola? I'd like to meet it.
"...I think it would be nice," he adds, low, "to go someplace where aliens are normal, too." For Jedao. For himself, too, because as much as he prefers to look human, he isn't anymore.
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