[PRP] Lab You-Know-Whats (Barth+Christof)

[Toshihiko Two]

After spending the night with Calder, and with Zar's trip still to come, today Barth intended to spend tinkering. Grimhold had, at his request, brought several plans and objects that they could see about selling, and would help finance...well.

Their future.

He knew Christof had been worried, and also frantic in his insistence on his place. He hoped that Christof...would prefer to be with him, if given the choice, but even so, even if they both...wanted that, he knew Christof feared the worst.

Barth was afraid, too. He normally avoided challenges. This particular one couldn't be avoided any longer.

He met Christof for breakfast, and while this was certainly not a date, it was still...Barth cleared his throat.

"I err. I had some ideas. If, if you'd like to...?"  

[Bilious]

[ooc: I TOTALLY FORGOT ABOUT THIS THREAD AAAH lets do this.]

Christof was, in fact, wearing an apron as he bustled about setting up their breakfasts on the coffee table. Mostly Barth's breakfast, as his consisted of a small drink of puree'ed who-knew-what and a straw. The apron was not something frilly like Calder would have donned, nor was it sensuously sensible as was more Zar's taste, but rather looked as though it might get some blood or oil stains on the sofa if he wasn't careful. Still, though, it was his attempt at seeming 'homey'. He arranged Barth's place settings, despite Grimhold's protests. It was little things like this that often soothed the Igor when he was feeling stressed or depressed.

Settings arranged, he glanced up at Barth's throat clearing, stitched lips pursed as he gave a curious grunt, motioning a simple signed, 'Ideas?'

Toshihiko Two

 

[Toshihiko Two]

Although a relatively short time passed since Christof had asked him to clarify, sheer nerves made it feel like years had gone by instead.

Barth had noticed the apron, but was on the whole not sure what to make of it as far as statements of intent.

It was hard even now for Barth to put words to the scope of both his feelings and the complexity of the situation. He had gone over it a thousand times in his head. He knew that he had kept this matter in suspense long enough. He knew what he wanted. He still could not be sure what Christof wanted, or even if they wanted the same thing, what they were capable of together. If there was negotiating to be done, what concessions could he stomach?

Christof respected strength, but inconveniently when it came to Christof, Barth felt spectacularly weak.

"To get you what you need to be free from Dr. Fell," Barth said at last.