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[That's the big question of the moment, isn't it?

Lup's silent for a minute, which Gren might recognize as the once-in-a-lifetime miracle it actually is, the elf's gaze dropping away from her friend to stare down into the disappearing contents of her glass. It's one of those questions that Lup's never really asked herself about before, never really taken the time to look that deep down into this particular what-if of her life. But the answer doesn't take quite as long to determine as she might have thought it would.

She wouldn't give knowing and loving Barry up for anything, even if it meant she had to live another six hundred or so years without him. Ugh, that's so sappy.]

Don't at me or anythin', but yeah. I would'a. He's always been worth it.

[He's always been worth it.]

[Well, that's an answer. Maybe Wade will be worth it, too. Maybe the sixty or so years that he thinks he might have with him will be worth a thousand or more without. Maybe he'll have to learn happiness doesn't have to be diminished by the inevitability of loss.]

[Or, he could not have to do that at all if he would just fuCKING TALK TO WADE.]

That's sappy as fuck.

[Sorry, Lup, somebody has to say it out loud.]

...I'm real bad at this shit, ain't I.

[Even an idiot has self-awareness every once in a while.]

[What Lup doesn't say, is that it doesn't matter what Gren chooses now, everything is already in motion.

Even if he pushed Wade away, even if he refused to take what they had any further than where it already was, wasn't Wade's eventual death going to wreck him either way? Wasn't the man already too deep in?

Seems like either way he ends up losing. May as well get the most happiness out of the situation that he can.

Still, being called out on her sap, Lup huffs out a soft laugh into her glass before she's rolling her eyes.] Yeah, I know. On both counts.

Good thing we both got total hotties that wanna stick with us, right?

[There's something about talking about this shit that's... helped. Makes it feel a little like there's a weight taken off of his shoulders. It's worth it-- he just has to remember that it's worth it.]

Yeah, I fuckin' guess so.

[He can't really speak for Lup's husband, though, since he hasn't actually met the guy, but he's got to assume that Lup's married to someone of equal attractiveness. And, like, Gren is gay as grandma's Sunday dress and all, but he can still tell when a woman is hot. (And also Wade was going absolutely fucking stupid over her, so that's a pretty good indication, too.)]

[Like, he gets that he's the weird outlier five amidst this parade of eight to tens, he doesn't know how he got into this club.]

I mean, have you fuckin' seen Wade ass? Could bounce a fuckin' quarter off that thing. [He takes a drink.] Seriously, you can. I've done it.

[Gren might feel like the group's more balanced after meeting Lup's hubby. He's an eleven as far as she's concerned, but most other people might see him as a little plain compared to the overly beautiful elves, like he's just a dude with a dad bod, a bad habit of blushing, and a lot of raw denim. It's easy to imagine Wade and Lup stealing the spotlight wherever they go, their boys sitting off on the sidelines watching from afar. They definitely need to do a big ol' meet up.

The mood's felt more than a little tense between them, but there's something about the conversation shifting to Wade's ass that drags a touch of light to Lup's face, her whole mouth curling wickedly at the thought.]

God, it's pretty delish, huh? You're one lucky dude. Would love to get a closer look myself, the guy's mega hot.

[Talking about Wade's ass always brings up the mood in a room, it's one of its many gifts.]

Get your own, I had to work for that ass.

[Lup, he has spent the last goddamn year having various forms of Wade-related crises. He has called dibs on that ass, if she wants one, she'll have to hunt down another.]

He fuckin' tried to kill me when I first met him, you fuckin' know that?

[She tips her glass his way, her chin finding her palm to rest against.]

Alright. Hold up. I need that story like, right now. Gimme the deets, Gren, or I'm ending this friendship.

All right, fuck. Keep your fuckin' panties on.

[Time for the Gren and Wade Relationship Story Fun Hour, or whatever. Featuring why the fuck did it take these two assholes so long to figure their shit out?]

So this was like... a fuckin' year and a half ago? Something like that. Rage pulled a bunch of bullshit where people would get all pissed about, like, normal shit? Like aluminum cans and windows and shit like that. It was bullshit.

[As most shit is around here.]

So I'm fuckin' mindin' my own goddamn business, just walkin' my ass down the street, and Wade's in this store having a conniption over some cans or something. He's just, like, fuckin' the place up. I walk past the storefront window and get fuckin' nailed in the side of the head with a goddamn can of Spaghetti-Os. And, I mean, fuckin' naturally I'm gonna throw down after that, right? After some motherfucker hits me in the fuckin' head with cheap fuckin' pasta?

[Because that's what a normal person would do after getting hit with a can.]

So I get in there and he's got this whole lightsaber bullshit goin' on, but, Jesus, and I'm not shitting you right now, okay? The only way you keep these motherfuckers charged up are by fuckin' jackin' 'em off, no fuckin' shit. Like,

[He does the motion at around crotch-height, because that's literally exactly what Wade was doing. Gren's life is weird.]

And he's got his back to me when he does it the first time, so I'm over there thinkin' that this asshole is jerkin' it in the middle of this fight, and I ain't judgin' or nothin'? But you gotta warn a guy before you start pullin' that shit.

Edited 2018-03-17 05:48 (UTC)

[A year and a half ago.

A year and a half?!

And somehow that isn't even the most surprising part of this whole thing.

Lup finishes off the rest of her drink while Gren dives into his tale, sliding her glass automatically across the bar, never once letting her eyes drift away from the man. It's amusing to see how animated he's become after a few drinks, telling her about the meeting that changed it all. And god, she's engaged too, nodding along and snorting at each appropriate moment, the woman's mouth twitching and widening as he gets deeper into it.

The mention of Gren getting beamed with a can of Spaghetti-Os draws the first laugh from her lips, but holy shit, it's the whole imitation of Wade jerking it that really fucking gets her going. Lup slaps a hand on the bar before throwing her head back and hooting with laughter, tears prickling at her eyes.]

There is no fuckin' way that was how you two dicks met the first time! I fuckin' refuse to believe it.

[Lup's actually a really good audience-- she's all engaged and shit, laughing and nodding at the right parts. Makes it easier to tell a story, especially a true one, when the person hearing it seems interested.]

[Though, like... it's a pretty fucking ridiculous story, so. He's really not surprised when she starts laughing, because he wouldn't have believed it either if he hadn't been there.]

I'm not fuckin' shittin' you right now, this is gospel goddamn truth. I suplexed him at one point, too.

[This additional piece of information probably doesn't lend credence to his tale, but it's also what really happened. It was kind of a wild day.]

He fuckin' deserved it.

Edited (typo) 2018-03-20 04:30 (UTC)

[If she hadn't already known all about his super strength, Lup would have taken one look at Gren's skinny, string bean body and laughed even harder at the idea of him suplexing anyone. But still, even with that knowledge, this shit sounds so fucking made up. How the hell was Gren's life like this?]

Okay, okay. Hold up two seconds. [And she's whipping out her phone, typing out a quick text to Wade.] I'm goin' straight to the source for info.

Are you fuckin' vettin' my story right now?

[Wow, he'd be hurt if the black hole where his heart should be could feel pain. And if he wasn't fully aware of how bullshit his story sounds, because it sounds pretty bullshit.]

I'm tellin' you the honest-to-God fuckin' truth and you don't fuckin' believe me.

[Lup's grin only widens at that, before she's leaning in close to give Gren's side a nudge with a pointy elbow.]

Gods, don't get all mopey on me just cause I wanna hear your boytoy's side of the tale. Can you blame for a gal after hearin' all of that? Pretty fuckin' unbelievable.

Fuck, no, I wouldn't fuckin' believe me.

[But he also hardly believes that he's, like, actually managed to keep this guy's attention for longer than five minutes. He's a 5 that somehow bagged a 10, this is like the opposite of how the universe is supposed to work. Hot people fuck other hot people and everybody else watches porn.]

Glad we agree on somethin'.

[But Wade's texts begin to text in and the corner of the elf's mouth twitches up into a wicked curl, her eyes meeting with Gren's from over the top of her phone.]

Confirmed. Natch. But that kinda leads to a way bigger q, babe. What the fuck do you mean a year an' a half?

The fuck do you think I mean?

[Honestly, this line of inquiry is kind of... confusing? It's a year and a half, it's a unit of goddamn time. What's there to not understand?]

I met him a year and a half ago. It ain't like that's when I started fuckin' him.

[No, that was a month later. Lup, please, it's been so long since they started this and they're still in such denial over it.]

[She gives him a look over the rim of her glass, finally pocketing her phone, leaving the rest of Wade's texts for later. She has questions for him too.]

So when did you start fuckin' then? Pretty recently? Within the last few months? I need to know how bad this is.

I don't fuckin' know, what, you think I marked it on a goddamn calendar?

[That's a lie, he knows exactly when he started sleeping with Wade, he just doesn't want to admit that it's been over a year. And, like, he doesn't really know a whole lot about how dating is supposed to go, but he has the general understanding that the way that he and Wade have been doing their... thing is ass-backwards. Not that they're dating, because they're just fuckbuddies.]

Fuckin' recent, I guess.

[A year is recent for him, anyway. Hell, a year is basically nothing to a guy that's like fifteen hundred years old, nothing to see here, move along from this conversation topic.]

With an ass like that, I don't fuckin' see why you didn't, god.

[C'mon, Gren. That kind of accomplishment deserves to be remembered and celebrated.

Gren says recent and she immediately doesn't believe him. Besides, what does recent count for in beings that live as long as they do? Sounds doubly fake.]

All I'm saying is it's been way too long to just keep dancin' around one another. Either date that man or let someone else snatch him up. Like Barry and me.

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