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Johnny finds himself a new hobby, and it gets him in over his head. Literally.
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rest cure by dorinda
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(The hobby is showing off for Henry)
They roared, they pounded Johnny's back, they poured beer down his throat in waterfalls. And in moments here and there through the crowd, Johnny saw Henry watching him over the rim of his own mug, his eyes lit up bright blue. All Johnny knew then was that his neck shivered the same way it did when the roulette ball hit his number. It felt like winning, and he liked to win.
"Henry."
"Hmm?" Henry turned a page.
Johnny actually opened his mouth to ask, Did I invite myself along?, but stopped himself. Of course he had. You're not gonna stick around for your share? Henry had asked, surprised, seeing Johnny in his path with coat and case. For the first couple days Johnny had half-expected—okay, feared—that Henry would idly tell him to pass on a message to Alva and the kids when he went right back to Joliet where he belonged.
"Nothing," he said instead, and slouched, ankle on opposite knee.
The paper dipped to reveal Henry's eyes. They glowed like a daylight sky even in here. Johnny still felt them like a touch, but this time he shifted in his seat, undeserving.Being from a short-con background, Johnny had never actually been forced to still hang around with a mark even after the touch.
It was terrible."You got off lightly, compared to Icarus over there." Some rustling, a bottle of liquid being shaken. "...Now what?"
"I was thinking about how Icarus didn't make the bad wings, Daedalus gave 'em to him. But let's—never mind."His mouth touched Henry's jaw, traced to his lips, settled there.
He was an utter fool. An unlocked cloakroom on a little boat?, he thought. I'll see that, and raise you a room made entirely of glass. At least in this darkness he wouldn't have to see poor Henry's face, aghast, shoving him away.Say something, Johnny commanded himself.
"Ah... I guess that was stupid." Oh, perfect.
"Yeah."
"Someone could've come in."
A long breath. "That too." Henry's warmth moved close again, and his hand fumbled from Johnny's shoulder down to his elbow. "Come on."