[ The device is yoinked from Cohle's hands once again as Lalo reads over it, and snorts derisively.
At first.
He keeps reading. Thunder crashes in the background, but Lalo seems oblivious. His eyes dilate just slightly.
Cohle knows, right? He's gotta know. Lalo feels the deep sting of embarrassment at that realization. Suddenly conscious of just how close his and Cohle's bodies are pressed — out of sheer necessity, for warmth — Lalo reads Martin's missive with rapt attention.
He hadn't paid much attention the first time, when Martin was talking about Jon, but now, pink in the cheeks, he reads. A gust of wind howls behind him somewhere, but as his eyes dart sideways to look at his hostage, there's a slightly dreamy look before he turns back to the device, typing quickly. ]
Let you know if I see 'em. How'd you two meet, again? Did you tell me that before? Don't remember. No way to take notes on this thing.
What? Martin squints at the message, confused. Is this Ben again? Trying to test him? Did he tell Ben about meeting Jon? He should have kept better track of that. Or maybe it's Rust fishing for another direction? Why does this have to be so complicated? They need a 'I'm in distress' phrase.]
At work. It was after I'd moved down south to London. Can't remember if I told you about being up in Manchester. That's where I'm from originally.
He was actually my boss. But we didn't start dating until we both quit the Institute! It was never weird or anything. I accidentally let a stray dog into the Archives on my first day and I ran into him while I was trying to find it. 'Mr. Sims' was not happy about that. He gets this adorable little furrow in his brow when he's puffing himself up to yell at you.
[ He never told "Ben" about Jon, not directly, but it's a safe bet that there's a chance "Ben" knows about anything you've said publicly, to anyone.
The dog story is typical boring meet-cute shit, and Lalo rolls his eyes. The shit about Jon being his boss is kinda hot, though. An unhealthy power imbalance is always sexy as hell. Lalo looks again, hopefully covertly, at Rust. Then at Martin's previous message about leather chaps.
He thinks about John Wayne. Cohle's South Texas accent.
All of it inspires thoughts that make Lalo hate his own sexuality a little bit, but that doesn't change the fact that he is enjoying it, on some level. He's trapped, torn between the desire to hear even more - 'is he a good kisser? who made the first move?' - and knowing Cohle would never ask those kinds of questions or care about the answers. ]
Ok. I'll keep an eye out for him. Thanks for the info. Gonna hit the hay. Take care.
[ His heartbeat is racing. He can feel the blood rushing to certain parts of his body and has to adjust, to make sure Cohle can't feel it. ]
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At first.
He keeps reading. Thunder crashes in the background, but Lalo seems oblivious. His eyes dilate just slightly.
Cohle knows, right? He's gotta know. Lalo feels the deep sting of embarrassment at that realization. Suddenly conscious of just how close his and Cohle's bodies are pressed — out of sheer necessity, for warmth — Lalo reads Martin's missive with rapt attention.
He hadn't paid much attention the first time, when Martin was talking about Jon, but now, pink in the cheeks, he reads. A gust of wind howls behind him somewhere, but as his eyes dart sideways to look at his hostage, there's a slightly dreamy look before he turns back to the device, typing quickly. ]
Let you know if I see 'em. How'd you two meet, again? Did you tell me that before? Don't remember. No way to take notes on this thing.
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What? Martin squints at the message, confused. Is this Ben again? Trying to test him? Did he tell Ben about meeting Jon? He should have kept better track of that. Or maybe it's Rust fishing for another direction? Why does this have to be so complicated? They need a 'I'm in distress' phrase.]
At work.
It was after I'd moved down south to London.
Can't remember if I told you about being up in Manchester.
That's where I'm from originally.
He was actually my boss.
But we didn't start dating until we both quit the Institute!
It was never weird or anything.
I accidentally let a stray dog into the Archives on my first day and I ran into him while I was trying to find it.
'Mr. Sims' was not happy about that.
He gets this adorable little furrow in his brow when he's puffing himself up to yell at you.
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The dog story is typical boring meet-cute shit, and Lalo rolls his eyes. The shit about Jon being his boss is kinda hot, though. An unhealthy power imbalance is always sexy as hell. Lalo looks again, hopefully covertly, at Rust. Then at Martin's previous message about leather chaps.
He thinks about John Wayne. Cohle's South Texas accent.
All of it inspires thoughts that make Lalo hate his own sexuality a little bit, but that doesn't change the fact that he is enjoying it, on some level. He's trapped, torn between the desire to hear even more - 'is he a good kisser? who made the first move?' - and knowing Cohle would never ask those kinds of questions or care about the answers. ]
Ok. I'll keep an eye out for him. Thanks for the info. Gonna hit the hay. Take care.
[ His heartbeat is racing. He can feel the blood rushing to certain parts of his body and has to adjust, to make sure Cohle can't feel it. ]
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Don't get swept away.