555/At The End Of The Day

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At The End Of The Day
Date of Scene: 16 March 2020
Location: Terry's Apartment
Synopsis: After Hurricane Harley hits, Terry runs a damage report.
Cast of Characters: Terry O'Neil, Gar Logan

Terry O'Neil has posed:
Don't give me your answer now. Give it to me when I get home.

Terry had said those words, more or less, to Gar just before he left for the day.

He was away longer than he anticipated, but there were things he needed to do because he had spent so much time off work due to injuries, that he had to catch up.

Still, he had managed to schedule that interview. If it went through, it had the chance of doing him some good... if it went through.

As he inserts the key into the door, he hoists the small plastic bag over his shoulder. It contains food. It smells good. An offering, so to speak- a little Drachenfutter.

As Terry walks in, he call out "Gar! I'm back!"

The sun is a little lower than he hoped, but still... he was home.

Gar Logan has posed:
Gar Logan waited a while. A full fifteen minutes! Then he considered texting Terry to ask when he was going to be back.

Oh, he knew things like this could take a while to get worked out, but Terry left him hanging with the way the whole encounter with Quinn went. In her own way, she might have nudged them closer to dealing with the things they've been dancing around.

It's tough to get around the fact the first thing she asked them was if they were doing the nasty.

If they were doing a bit of the ol' in-and-out, and that didn't mean getting cheeseburgers, animal style or otherwise.

If there was assault with a friendly weapon.

If there was a little bedroom rodeo going on.

If a bit of dipping the wick was happening.

If they were glazing the donut.

If there was some pipe laying taking place.

If they were putting the wand in the chamber of secrets.

If they were shagging, baby.

Whatever the case, Gar paced, thought, thought harder, thought harder than that, then took a long nap. When Terry returns and calls out for him, he is seen sprawled across the couch, half upside down, in a position maybe only he could conceivably fall asleep in.

And he was snoring.

Terry O'Neil has posed:
Terry raises an eyebrow, but closes the door behind him and sets the plastic bag by the small table near the entrance. Taking off his shoes, he tiptoes carefully over to the couch and sits down as softly as possible, so as not to disturb Gar.

He had been too busy to think, which had been a blessing, but now he was home and he was face to face with the object of his thoughts. To wit: Garfield Logan.

Terry watches him for a bit, lost in thought, and then he reaches over to put a hand up against his cheek.

"Gar?" he asks, leaning closer to let him hear him better.

Gar Logan has posed:
A wet spot has formed, right by where Gar's head has ended up against the floor. The snoring is enough that it could wake the dead, or at least cause them to turn over in their graves.

But, there is a talk that needs to be had. The contact made leads to him turning just enough that the rest of his body tumbles off the side of the couch.

It still takes a few more seconds for him to actually become mildly sentient again. "Hnnnhh?" Eyes blink slowly. The perspective he sees Terry from is all off.

Terry O'Neil has posed:
"... I should have brought coffee, obviously," Terry says, and then he crouches down on the floor. "Earth to Gar. Do you need help getting up? Painkillers making you woozy?" He offers his hand to the green teen, giving him a good-natured smile. Terry isn't a heavy sleeper, and it seems to him like Gar goes into a state of hibernation every time he closes his eyes.

Gar Logan has posed:
Gar Logan can be rather bearish when it comes to his sleep, the same way he can wolf down his food.

"M'awake," he mumbles, betting at the hand a few times, very much a catlike reaction. "I had the strangest dream," he yawns. "Harley Quinn was here and she asked if we were doing it. And you were looking at my butt, and I was looking at you being all hot in your bike shorts, and.."

He quickly shuts up, blinking around the room.

Terry O'Neil has posed:
"That wasn't a dream, incidentally," Terry grabs at Gar's hand when he bats at it, and tries to pull him up, "I brought you food, but I already see you prefer your owm foot," he jokes, and tries to pull Gar back up onto the couch. "C'mon, I have no idea how you twist like that when you sleep. Your seondary superpower must be an immunity to torticollis. Come on..."

He tries to lift Gar onto the couch cushions.

Gar Logan has posed:
"Naaaaw, dude. I have a very active imagination," Gar insists, but his motor functions are not quite up to par and not only is his hand claimed, he's suddenly getting more vertical instead of horizontal. "But you do have a nice, uh..you know." Squinting, he eyes his feet. "And I totally do not have a foot fetish. That's just foul."

Yawning again as he starts to rub the sleep out of his eyes, he mumbles, "You'd be surprised the positions I can get into."

Terry O'Neil has posed:
"I am not surprised in the least." Terry pulls Gar towards the couch, blushing somewhat but keeping himself to task with a specific quest. "Gar, I know you're alseep but we were going to talk, remember?"

He frowns a little, and then reaches over to ruffle Gar's hair. "Maybe it's too late. I can let you sleep for the rest of it... probably still have some painkiller in you. We can talk about this tomorrow, maybe..."

Will he? There's little indicatio his courage may last him that long.

Gar Logan has posed:
"I'm awake!" Gar insists, covering a yawn. "I'm awake. It's all coming back to me now," he says, even if his eyes are still squinting from the return of the room's light. "You told me not to say anything, and I had a lot of things on my mind but..hey, I spent hours getting it to look like that!" He is interrupted by the hair getting mussed up further.

His hand squeezes back briefly. "So..go ahead."

Terry O'Neil has posed:
Terry leans back after the squeeze, to rest against the couch, and looks at Gar.

"Well... I meant what I said. You want the Titans back? I'm by your side. I can't /be/ a Titan, I've got no powers outside of being really good at getting shot at. But I'll be your moral support. Your partner in uncrime." He tilts his head.

"I... it's crazy, Gar, since I've only known you for a very short time, but ever since you've been around, I can't help it. I think about you. A lot. Like, a lot." He gathers his legs up and wraps his arms around his knees.

"I don't want to come across as the creepy fan who stalks his obsession. And it's not like that. I liked the Gar Logan who appeared on television and the posters and all of that... but I like the real Gar Logan more." He takes another slow breath, and continues, "I... I know something has hurt you. I know things aren't okay. I think that's scaring you, and I imagine me telling you all this is... scaring you, too." He smiles a little, "I can't blame you."

Gar Logan has posed:
Gar Logan closes up, though only marginally. "Let's not talk about the Titans right now. Maybe things will be fine with them again someday, but right now.." He merely shrugs and is left shaking his head. "There's nothing to start up again yet, and yeah, I'm, you know, scared about it."

So there's some truth to that. A whole lot of truth, in fact. He gestures with a palm out and up, shaking his head. "I guess I have to be honest with myself before I can be honest with anyone else. I'm afraid..of..of being by myself, alone, just..looked at like I'm broken because everyone feels sorry for me."

Looking straight ahead instead of directly at Terry, he frowns. "I don't think you're stalking me. I could have stayed at the Tower. I think you're just trying to keep an eye on me and stuff, and..okay, I get that you like me in that kind of way, and I guess I sort of do too. With you, I mean." A pause. "I don't know what I'm talking about."

Terry O'Neil has posed:
Terry feels a little feeling in his chest at that... rather muddled admission. But hey. He'll take what he can get.

"Okay... well. Are you interested to see if that 'sort of do' thing for you turns into something more?" He looks at Gar staring straight ahead, but he doesn't try to draw his attention.

"Because I need to point out... my offer of you staying here has nothing to do with that. If you only want me as a friend, I'd still want you here. 'cause I want to help, Gar. It's not that I like you 'in that way', I like you, period."

Gar Logan has posed:
Quiet from the visitor to the apartment, a hand running through messy hair. Gar glances to the side, giving Terry a bit of a look. "Maybe I should stay here a little longer," he supposes. "I could help keep an eye on you since you keep trying to go get yourself beaten up or worse."

If Gar can be a hero again to one person, he could be a hero to more.

"But what are you hoping for with.." He gestures between them.

Terry O'Neil has posed:
Terry smiles. "I do seem to be in need of a green knight in shining armor," he admits, and grows quiet at the million dollar question.

Eventually, the words come as abstract feeling gets stuffed into more concrete thoughts. "You're going to find this weird, but I'm not hoping for anything." He raises a hand, "I'll clarify. I don't expect someone's going to look at me and say 'yowza, he's the one I want.' I don't expect I'm in anyone's fantasies and I don't expect I am on anyone's list." He stretches his legs, "It hasn't been tha tway before, and I don't expect it to change anytime soon. That being said..." he turns his eyes on Gar, "Maybe you'll decide you want to date me. Maybe you won't. But I'm not going to give you any ultimatums... I'm ok waiting." He slides off the couch and stands up.

"Whether you do or not won't change what I think about you."

Gar Logan has posed:
Gar Logan looks around, a little of the Beast Boy humor sneaking out. "Dude, do you have a suit of armor somewhere I haven't seen?" he asks, seemingly hopeful. He might not be the biggest knight around, but he could be one.

Getting back to more important things, his hands shift toward his lap and meet, a thumb rubbing over the back of the other hand. "There's no reason there can't be someone out there who thinks that about you." Could it be the one sitting next to him? "I don't feel like I've ever really dated someone and it was because I actually wanted to instead of feeling like I had to."

He peers upward from his spot on the couch when Terry stands, then he rubs the back of his leg where the stitches are.

Terry O'Neil has posed:
"Suit of armor is negotiable. If I get a pay raise." Terry replies with a smirk. He looks down at Gar and raises an eyebrow, "Well, I've never dated, period. So the question I guess is... do you want to? Mull it over. I'm not trying to sound desperate here, but there's nobody knocking down my door eager to take me out to dinner and a movie. Except for Harley, and solely because I'd be the one paying."

He looks at the stitches and peers justs to make sure nothing looks infected, and then turns around to head to the kitchen. "I'm getting some soda. You want some?"

Gar Logan has posed:
The area of the wound itself looks as if it might even be ready for the stitches to come out now. That would be some fairly rapid healing from the initial injury, though it might not have been as bad as it first seemed. Gar turns away so Tommy can only get a brief glimpse of that, asking, "What pay raise? You mean from working for Lois Lane?"

He shoves his hair around to get it back in a state he's content with (still messy), then he rubs at the tip of an ear. "It's not like I have anything better to do," he retorts, before ducking in expectation of some sort of physical retaliation, a hint of mischief in his eyes and face. "I'm thirsty, yeah."

Terry O'Neil has posed:
"I know you're thirsty, but I asked if you wanted something to drink." Terry replie with a complete poker face, before tossing Gar a can of soda. He gets one himself and comes back to the couch, sitting down and crossing his legs.

"Nothing better to do. I should deck you," he smirks a little and pries his tab open, sipping the fizzy drink.

He pauses and looks ahead of him, pursing his lips a litttle. "I guess I didn't tell you because I was afraid you'd react..." he rolls his eyes, "So... I've only ever told one other guy that I liked him like that. Back when I was in highschool. He gave me a black eye."

Gar Logan has posed:
Gar Logan levels a squarely flat look toward Terry, the poker face not working on him, but he doesn't say a word as he snags the soda out of the air carefully. Carbonation can lead to messes when cans are shaken up.

"You should, but you won't," he challenges, raising a brow in open defiance before he carefully checks the can so nothing is sprayed all over the room.

The apartment's guest pauses in the middle of taking a sip, a frown settling in. "That's awful, dude. I'm not joking. I guess I'm more flattered than anything else, but that's just not right."

Terry O'Neil has posed:
"Well... it kind of taught me a lesson about what you say and to whom. I figured I wouldn't ever say anythingn to a guy I liked unless I knew for sure he wasn't completely straight." Terry sips on his soda and muses, "And it's kind of hard to know unless you ask. And you can't ask without the question of why are you asking following soon after..." he tilts his head, "You see my dilemma. I know you weren't gonna punch me, you're too sweet for that, but I was afraid it might weird you out. Especially if you knew I liked you."

Gar Logan has posed:
Gar Logan points out, "But you thought I was completely straight." He goes back to the cola he's got in hand, eyes flitting around the apartment space before he shares something. "In Hollywood, a lot of people who seem straight have, I guess, dipped their toes in the water a couple times, just to see what they thought."

He does not elaborate further on this, at least not yet, but it might create questions in the mind of the one who's admired the actor/hero for a while.

Terry O'Neil has posed:
Terry swivels on the couch so as to face Gar. "I have heard that rumor. I didn't know if it held any water..."

Suddenly, he's leaning forward on his knees, resting an elbow against the couch back to steady himself, head resting on his hand, looking at Garfield. "And did you ever do any dipping of your own, Gar?" he asks, raising an eyebrow. "If you did, I'm not going to ask with whom, I don't care. But you just can't point to the lake there and expect I won't as if you haven't scuba dived there."

Gar Logan has posed:
"Like..once or twice," Gar admits. "Last year, before I came back here." He comes off as somewhat evasive about it, as if it's a deep secret he's not sure he can share even if he's doing just that right now, details or not.

Terry O'Neil has posed:
Terry nods for a second. "Well..." He leans back, "Then you have some idea."

Then his lips go into a full smirk and an impish expression comes across his face, making him look slightly elfin, "Well, I can tell you that at least I am not a splash in the pool. I'm a hot tub. A luxury jacuzzy. I'm bubbly, warm and relaxing."

And then he breaks into a full out laugh, "Oh god, I'm sorry I couldn't help it, all the water references just got to me!" He leans back against the couch and chuckles.

Gar Logan has posed:
Gar Logan's lips draw into a thin, flat line. "And if you keep that up, you'll be all wet soon because I'll toss you into a cold shower myself," he threatens, and now it's /his/ turn to try giving Terry a poker face. Only problem is, he isn't as practiced at it so it breaks down quickly. "Dude, that didn't sound very good, you know. But..I might have kissed a couple people." There's a shyness to him that moves to the surface, seen in his body language and shifting of his weight from one foot to another.

Terry O'Neil has posed:
Terry laughs a little more, forearm resting across his forehead, eyes slightly squinted. When the laughter dies down, he smiles.

"I could see someone wanting to kiss you, Mister Logan," he says quietly and then pushes off the back of the couch to sit up straight. "Don't think I haven't thought about it."

He slides off the couch and stands up, walking towards the kitchen to dump the soda can in the recyclables bin. Because he is responsible like that.

Gar Logan has posed:
Gar Logan rolls his eyes at the laughter that proceeds. Yeah, yeah, guffaw while you can, muttergrumble.

"Have you thought about it a lot?" he asks, head tilting enough to show the wonder in his question, then he looks around the couch as if in search of something to change into. "Or maybe we should go get something to eat. I'm starting to feel stuffy in here." For a beginning, they've at least touched on a couple bits of sensitive information. More can come in due time.

Terry O'Neil has posed:
"Oh, yes. Quite frequently." Terry comes out of the kitchen, having washed his hands, and says "There should be some clothes you can borrow in my closet. Hey..." He says, looking for a moment like he is tempted to step closer to Gar, but resists it, "Tell you what. If you take me up on staying here, we can swing by the tower after dinner and we can get some of your stuff. Think about it." He smiles and starts heading for the door.

"I parked the car a few blocks from here since they're doing that stupid repainting of the strips.. Get dressed and I'll pick you up by the entrance."

And with that, he heads out.