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*Brian has been painting things. A side effect of this is that he is now blue. Not entirely, sure, but he's pretty damned blue - looks like people've been attacking him with paintbrushes.

He looks good blue*

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Erm. Relationship. Big thing. She's... dead, you know.

*he rests his head against Adam's*

Did I know that? I probably knew that, right? Mind like a seive.

I guess it'd be harder with her being dead, yeah.

*a sigh*

Anything I c'n do?

Make her be alive?

Make me stop feeling like an utter ass?

Um. Not so much, mate. Sorry.

How about a joke, then?

Okay.

*he smiles easily, Adam can probably hear it in his voice, but his arm tightens around his friend*

How many dyslexics does it take to change a ligtyblub?

*Adam shakes his head and gives a low chuckle, but his eyes are closed and the smile doesn't reach his mouth.*

*Brian turns his head and buries his nose in Adam's hair, letting out a long breath*

Sorry, dude.

*it's a little muffled*

*Adam just nods, and shrugs, and leans on Brian.*

It'll be better. Later.

I'll be here in the meantime. Givin' ya hugs, snottin' on ya hair...

*Adam laughs, a little, and reaches back to swat at Brian.*

You snot in my hair, you're cleaning it up, man.

Ack, cleaning?

Okay, I swear, no snottin'.

Good, then we're set.

*he pulls back a little and gives Brian a half-hearted smile.*

Enough of my sobbing, what've you been up to? You get me my cheezie puffs?

Er. Sure?

*he looks kinda guilty*

I got a thing, this weekend. I'll be back after and I'll come stay, I swear, but 'Lissa roped me into this thing...

*He scowls.*

What kind of a thing?

Kind of a festival thing? Oxfam. Good cause, and shit.

*Adam breathes a sigh of relief, and the concerned look leaves his face. Even if concerned looked a bit more like angry.*

A'right, then. Don't forget about me.

*he looks confused*

Er. Dude? Best friend? Since forever? Forgetting is kinda not an option, here.

*he cocks his head to one side*

'm I missing something?

Nah. I was joking.

*he sighs*

Note to self: Remember to insert humour into jokes.

Not going anywhere, Ads, unless you want me to. I thought that was kind of a given.

I don't want you going anywhere.

*he grins, and then, after a pause, frowns.*

Though I should probably go.

Go where?

Can I come?

Just back to the flat. I'm knackered. You know you can always come.

'k. How about I stay over tonight? That be okay? I mean, I need to pack, and shit, but we're not leaving 'til, like, 8 tomorrow, so I can make time for that.

*Adam smiles*

Yeah. That'd be good.

*And Adam's breathing a little bit easier for the first time since Sunday night.*

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