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[txt] You're my bae. [txt] I discovered a new word. [txt] bae bae bae bae
[txt] You definitely need to stop.
[txt] I don’t even know what that means.
[txt] According to the internet it means ‘Before Anyone Else’
[txt] Your name in my phone is now Bae.
[txt] Hi Bae.
[txt] In that case, I'm changing your name in my phone to the poop emoji.
[txt] Hi, poop.
[txt] You're my bae. [txt] I discovered a new word. [txt] bae bae bae bae
[txt] You definitely need to stop.
[txt] I don't even know what that means.
[ /waves meekly
hiiiiii pls bare with me while i update this loser and figure out what he's been doing with his life in the time i've been ignoring him!!]
Ben Whishaw by Ross Shields for LUXX magazine shot in MKII studio, London
I feel ill.
Is it me. Am I frustrating you. Is this frustrating you?
Why ever would you be?
Maybe because I’m being extra irritating tonight.
Is this a conscious effort of yours or did somebody give you that idea?
[Ah, there it was, the first inklings of doubt. Brows furrowed, Connor stepped away from the wall, tucking his free around around his torso and under his elbow.]
I-I… I’m sorry. It’s, um… it’s late and I really shouldn’t be keeping you. I’m sure you’ve got stuff t’do a-and, uh, sleep t’be having. I’m sorry.
[He couldn’t help but wonder if he’d said something wrong, or if he was just generally being an annoyance. It was the middle of the night, and who knew what Dallas had been in the middle of before his sudden texting seizure.]
Get some sleep, Dal.
It's fine.
[Christ, that was dangerously deadpan. He definitely knew something was up now. Was he so bad at hiding things from his best friend? His free hand pressed against the side of his face.]
I haven't-- it's fine, really. I am tired, though. You get some sleep too, yeah? While you can.
Is it me. Am I frustrating you. Is this frustrating you?
Why ever would you be?
[If Dal heard the soft thumping on the other side of the line, it just so happened to be Connor banging his head against the wall. Softly, of course, no need for any major damage—either on his forehead or the paint job on the wall.]
I dunno Dal. Sometimes I’ll think about it and be excited and other times I just… I wanna crawl under th’bed and just hide from everything because I don’t know if I’m ready. I could live a whole other lifetime and still not feel ready. I guess that’s normal though.
[There was a moment of hesitation before he spoke again, his voice soft.]
I’m proud t’have y’be th’godfather t’my kid, Dal. It could only ever be you.
...Ah.
[Shouldn't he be saying something heartwarming in response? Something to encourage him again? He inhaled deeply, as quietly as he could, but he couldn't exhale silently. Surely it had come off as an exasperated sigh, which it very well may have been.]
I know. You'll... do fine, really. Promise you.
This is frustrating.
[It was a good thing Connor didn’t see the look on Dal’s face, or else he would have been worried. He was already a man prone to self-doubt, so getting a strange look in return for his question would have made him question his request. However, there was no indication of a negative reaction so Connor heaved a sigh of relief, leaning his forehead against the wall he’d been standing against.]
Oh man, I’m sure you’ll be great Dal, I’ve got faith in you. I mean, it’s a test run for both of us—all three of us really. I, oh, thanks. I, uh… I guess that’s a thing t’say? I’m not all that sure myself, I mean, it’s new t’me too. I’m… gosh, Dal, I’m gonna be a dad. Sometimes I’m not so sure it’s fully sunk in, y’know? Th’baby will be due in August or so.
[It was feeling stranger and stranger to talk about this. He really wish he knew why, precisely. He hated it when he didn't understand what was going on with himself, physically or emotionally. He brought a hand up and pinched the bridge of his nose, minimally annoyed. He made a conscious effort not to let that become obvious-- much easier over the phone.]
You'll be great. You're good with Loki. I'm sure a kid younger than that is something else completely, but... you know. You've had training.
[This was a little bit out of character and unexpected, but he took the rant as it came and was left confused. Was this something serious, or…?]
I sort of expected you to take me out to a nice restaurant when you proposed. Doesn’t matter, though— because no.
[He didn’t pause long enough for much of a reaction to that.]
What is it, Con?
No, I’d organize a flash mob t’dance t’Thriller while I proposed.
[There wasn’t a beat before Connor shot back at Dal’s teasing. Still, it was a stalling tactic all the same as he hesitated, lower lip sucked in to be nibbled on as he looked for his next words.]
… I… Vin and I… It’s official, we’re having a kid. I-I’m… god Dal, I’m gonna be a dad a-and I just… it wouldn’t feel right unless you were involved and I, y’know, always planned t’ask y’this. So, uh… will y’be th’godfather t’my first child?
[Ah, right. Dallas was silent for a while, getting this odd feeling in his gut. He couldn't quite place it. He wasn't displeased. Perhaps he was being reminded of how differently he lived his life from the average person's. A family and a husband. Connor was going to be a proper adult, wasn't he?]
Certainly.
[His voice betrayed nothing of his trepidation.]
Though it'll be a test run. I don't know how I am with kids. ...Congratulations, by the way. Is that what they say to new parents? Future parents?
[text] Yes darling, of course I am.
[Oh good. It didn’t take long for Connor to dial Dallas’ number, starting to talk the moment it stopped ringing.]
Okay so I’m sorry I’m bugging y’this late at night but I was thinking about something and I couldn’t stop thinking about it and I just needed t’get it outta th’way if I plan t’get any sleep tonight, but at th’same time I’m nervous asking this but I know I’m gonna ask y’this eventually, because let’s face it, we’ve been friends for way too long for me not t’ask y’this, but still, it’s nerve-wracking and I-I… I’m pretty sure you’re giving me a weird look over th’phone. I can feel it. Don’t lie.
[This was a little bit out of character and unexpected, but he took the rant as it came and was left confused. Was this something serious, or...?]
I sort of expected you to take me out to a nice restaurant when you proposed. Doesn't matter, though-- because no.
[He didn't pause long enough for much of a reaction to that.]
What is it, Con?
[text] Are you having a caffeine overdose again
[text] Maybe.
[text] Kinda.
[text] More like I’m high on life.
[text] Seriously though, important question. Are you free to talk?
[text] Yes darling, of course I am.
