openmisc | Daniel and Connor

Daniel's been having the dreams again. They come almost every night, waking him from even the deepest sleep. And there's always the same name that remains in his memory.

Connor.

He knows what it means, of course. Everyone has dreams like that. Everyone dreams of their soulmate, of the one that they're meant to be with, whether that includes intimacy or not, but he's nearly twenty three now and every Connor he's ever met has let him down. Granted, there were only two and one was in a primary class and the other was a server at a restaurant he went to, but he still feels like it could have been better.

Instead of trying to go to sleep, to face the dreams that he knows are coming, he makes himself some tea and watches the lights from the city out of his window. It might be the early evening, but the CyberLife tower in the distance remains illuminated.

Strange, he thinks, after the riots and what he's seen on the news, that the night seems calm. The kettle whistles and he takes it off the stove, then decides against it.

Tea isn't going to fix anything.

He wants a drink. Pulling on his coat and his boots against the snow, he steps out of his little rental and starts walking along the sidewalk, stopping only when a taxi pulls to a park beside him and someone walks out.

"Oh. Good evening."

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From:

brutallyefficient

"If you grew up around them, then they likely seemed less significant than they would be for tourists." He concludes. "If that's the case, then all the more for us to explore together." It's so unlikely for these plans to see fruition but part of him can't help but hope that they would.

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choosetoforget

Daniel, still leaning against him, nods. "I think that's a better idea. I do like all of the museums, though. But that's something we can do anywhere."

He takes a breath as his stomach grumbles, making him laugh.

"Do you mind if I make a little supper? I haven't - eaten today."

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brutallyefficient

Connor turns his head away from the book and to the side to look at Daniel. It becomes immediately apparent how close their faces are to one another now that he isn't focused on the book. There is a moment of silence where Connor considers his surprise at how easily they disregarded personal space in favor of both being within the realm of intimate space. Then, being comfortable with it.

"Sure." He clears his throat and turns, wondering if he had overstepped somehow but not willing to verbalize it. "Do you need any help? Cooking isn't my area of expertise, but I'm sure I can help in some way."

From:

choosetoforget

Daniel pauses as he stands, as if waiting for Connor. Which, of course, is exactly what he's doing. There's a moment when he almost reaches out a hand to try and bring Connor along with him, but he refrains at the moment. He doesn't want to take any liberties.

"It's not my area, either, but I would like the help. I thought I would just make spaghetti," he admits. "It's easy and I haven't had a chance to get the groceries."

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brutallyefficient

Connor stands up from the bed. The book is set aside (for now) so he doesn't get such a delicate piece soiled somehow. Bringing it to the kitchen is a bad idea when compared to an easy-to-clean tablet.

"If you show me what food you have available, I can suggest a corresponding recipe." Shouldn't be hard to look one up.

"I'll join you once I've changed." He still had to put the sweatshirt on, after all.

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choosetoforget

Well, that sounds like a good deal.

"Alright," he tells him with a smile. "I'll gather what I have. Uh, don't judge me! It's not much." And, with that, he gives him his privacy so he can take out his ingredients in the kitchen. Chess lets herself inside, curious about the newcomer to the house.

While Connor changes, Daniel takes out various pastas and rice and canned goods, setting them out along the small counters. He has only what he can afford on a small budget - most of his money had gone into renting the house. That, he told himself, had been important. Even if it means he lives on cup noodles for a year.

From:

brutallyefficient

The shirt is changed quickly. He leaves his jacket folded neatly on the bathroom sink for lack of a better place to put it.

Then, he retreats to the kitchen and examines all of what is available with some curiosity. What could be made with this assortment of ingredients...?

Connor looks in Daniel's direction. "You have a significant amount of carbohydrates in this selection." He shrugs a shoulder and adds. "I'm sorry, Daniel. I may have to judge you." Of course, he's teasing. He can enjoy teasing once in a while.

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choosetoforget

Daniel gasps softly at that, putting his hand to his heart. Teasing him already? He can feel his heart beat a little faster and his cheeks flush from it. That - that feels nice.

"How dare you!" he laughs. "I won't show you my selection of bread!"

From:

brutallyefficient

"Selection?" Connor says in a very playfully judgmental tone. "I think these carbohydrates should be sufficient without adding more."

He begins to look through all of what's being offered. Daniel wasn't lying; there's not much. "Fortunately, I'm an android designed to solve complex problems. I think I can handle it." Connor winks, overtly flirtatiously.

From:

choosetoforget

Daniel just stares at him for half a second too long, a soft laugh on his lips. That wink. The teasing! He can tell that there's flirting, but he doesn't know if it's meant to be serious or if it's teasing.

What if it's serious?

Daniel stammers a moment before he figures out what exactly to say to that. And it's a very smooth: "I hope so!"

He opens a few of the cabinets to show him where the pots and pans are.

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brutallyefficient

The stammer is telling enough for someone trained on observing social cues. He's likely not used to such a thing or wasn't expecting it. Either way, Connor casually continues what he's doing and goes to pick out a pot to start cooking with.

He slips a pot out of the cabinets and flips it around in a casually showy fashion before setting it on the burner.

"Is there something you enjoy doing outside of work?" He asks conversationally.

From:

choosetoforget

Daniel can't keep his eyes off of him. The movement of his hands, the ridiculous flourish of the pan, both entrance him completely.

"I like reading. I like watching films. Horror films, mostly," he admits, leaning back against the counter. "I like being scared in a very...tame way. I have been trying to get into photography. For - for my sister."

From:

brutallyefficient

"Your sister enjoys photography?"

The water is idly poured into the pan, salted, and turned onto a broil. In the meantime, Connor fishes out what little meat there is and begins to prepare that on a makeshift cutting board. He does everything with unique precision. Every motion is one of complete necessity.

From:

choosetoforget

"She does," he answers, pushing away from the cabinet and plucking the picture from the fridge.

"This is her. Hazel," he says, holding it out for Connor to see. "She's - ill quite often, so she isn't able to go out. She is always online, but she says she likes my pictures the best. The ones she can hold, not the ones I send her on my phone."

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brutallyefficient

Connor cranes his head to see. That's the girl in all the other photographs; she was very important to him.

"Printed photographs are very uncommon these days. You must make a substantial amount of effort to give her physical copies." They used to be more common when there were stores that developed film or printed images in kiosk machines. That wasn't common practice any longer - gone were the days of photo albums.

"What kind of photos do you send her?"

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choosetoforget

It's really why he wants to get into photography. He wants to learn how to develop on his own. As it stands, he has to rely on other people to help. The university still has a darkroom, but they usually just reserve it for people in actual photography classes, so Daniel's been picking up instant print cameras in the meantime.

It's why most of the pictures he's put up are Polariod-like rather than the overly glossy sheets of paper they used to be.

"Just of things I see," he explains. "I mean, interesting things. She really likes seeing sunsets, so I try and capture as many of those as I can. I did send her a picture of a racoon with his head in a box the other day," he laughs.

From:

brutallyefficient

"I'm sure you could come across an exponential number of things to photograph in your travels." And so he picks some noodles out of the box and fans them out around the pan. Cooking is not his specialty, but he feels a certain sense of satisfaction cooking for someone...important. He can't articulate why Daniel seems to fit into that category, but it seems to so perfectly fit.

"If you would rather not travel, there are many photo opportunities within the city. I could take you to visit some of them."

From:

choosetoforget

He replaces the photograph on a magnet and comes up beside Connor, watching him cook. "I'd like that," he tells him, reaching up to rest a hand gently on his back.

His heart races slightly, but it just feels - right. Natural.

From:

brutallyefficient

He settles into the personal contact seamlessly, like it is appreciated instead of odd.

Connor continues cooking while making an effort not to stray too far from touch. When he finally has something worth trying he raises a wooden spoon at level with Daniel's gaze. "Would you mind taste testing? I'm unable able to."

From:

choosetoforget

Daniel lets his hand slide to his lower back so he can pull away and taste the sauce. He's loathe to get away from him or to let him get away.

"It's really good," he tells him. "Maybe a little more salt?" He holds up a hand, two fingers together. "Just a pinch?"

From:

brutallyefficient

"Salt," Connor says in return, looking for where the salt resided on the countertop. He picks it out with an "ah" noise and sprinkles a little salt in the pan.

He tosses a small pinch of salt over both of their shoulders. "And for good luck." He says. Though it feels like he's had a great deal of good luck today.

From:

choosetoforget

Daniel laughs at the show of superstition and, as if it's natural, as if he's done it for years, as if this is a normal occurrence and not the act of two strangers who just met, he wraps his arm around his waist fully and draws him into a bit of an embrace.

"I think we could all use a bit of good luck," he tells him before dropping his arm.

From:

brutallyefficient

Connor allows himself to be pulled into it. What he's holding is set aside on the nearby countertop so that he can fully embrace Daniel, giving him a tight squeeze in return. It feels safe here. It feels right.

It takes a moment of steeling himself to give voice to the words he wants to say.

"I hope it's not inappropriate for me to say, but..." His expression dips. "...It feels like home here and I can't quite define why." Home here with you.

From:

choosetoforget

Daniel doesn't notice his movement, instead choosing to take a breath against him. Comfortable.

"It isn't inappropriate at all. I feel the same way. I don't know what I can do, if I can help you in any way, but I don't want you to leave."

He reaches up, putting his hand over Connor's.

From:

brutallyefficient

"Allowing me to stay the night here is helping." Though he doesn't expect any more than that. As for what the next day would bring with the state of the world is anyone's guess. "And as typical as it may sound, having support from someone else is..." Impossibly welcome. "...more comforting than I would have expected."