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[admemoriam]

[Between the speeding of his heart and the sudden gray blur of Max, it takes Noah several seconds to realize what's just happened. All he knows is that he was about to kiss Matthew Lynch, and right this moment, he is very much not kissing Matthew Lynch. Which, of course, is totally fine. It's not like he's ever felt the desire to before, so he shouldn't be disappointed now. In fact, he probably shouldn't be disappointed at all! He doesn't need another reason for Ronan to be mad, and making a move on his little brother definitely seems like a step in the wrong direction.

But when he looks over at Matthew - at his blond curls and his bright smile - he still feels... weird.]

Hey, boy! [Noah reaches down to scratch Max's ears, trying to ignore how his shoulder is still pressed up against Matthew.] What have you been up to?

[dreamkid]

[ See, Noah, that right there is overthinking. The thing that Matthew does not do. He's still laughing when he rolls over and sits up, jostling the other boy in the process, and then-- ]

Whoa.

[ He probably shouldn't have stayed upside down for so long; he's immediately dizzy, which just makes him laugh again. After Noah's had time to give Max a sufficient ear scratch Matthew leans over and scoops him up into his lap (the dog, that is), settling back into the couch, thoroughly distracted now from their conversation. Including the kissing part. Max isn't content to stay in one place and it's not even two seconds before he's squirmed away from Matthew and trying to climb all over Noah, oblivious, as all puppies should be, to what he might have just interrupted. ]

[admemoriam]

[Noah obliges, sitting up on his elbows to get a better hold on Max, but he finds it difficult to look over at Matthew without the warmth in his cheeks spreading again. He focuses on the dog's wet, bouncing nose, trying to put the almost-kiss fully out of his mind.]

You smell like peanut butter.

[To the dog, not Matthew.]

[dreamkid]

He does smell like peanut butter, [ Matthew agrees, still laughing, still at ease, pulling his feet up onto the couch, oblivious to any and all tension or awkwardness. As an afterthought he digs his phone out from where it fell between the cushions, and this is the first time he's seeing the alert for the Majority Report. ]

Oh.

[ His smile fades as he checks it out. ]

Dorian Gray saw the thing about me and Lucy.

[ One can tell from his tone that Matthew would have preferred just about anybody else's seeing it. He stands up. ]

I should take care of this.

[ Somehow. Sorry Noah, definitely no kisses happening now. ]

[admemoriam]

[Dorian's name almost puts the kissing out of Noah's mind as well. His brow wrinkling, he sits up and squints at Matthew.]

What'd he say?

[His voice is laced with concern.]

[dreamkid]

Just, like--

[ Matthew makes a face. ]

You know.

[ Dorian Gray, Noah. ]

I guess he thinks it's true.

[admemoriam]

Well, screw him. He's just an asshole who likes to rile people up.

[dreamkid]

Yeah. [ Matthew would never say those things himself but since Noah already did, he doesn't feel all too guilty agreeing. ]

I've gotta tell him it's not true at least. Otherwise he might go spreading it around.

I don't want it to cause Lucy any problems.

[admemoriam]

[Noah nods, and finally twists himself around on the couch.]

Just don't take it personally if he spreads it anyway. People'll believe you over him.

[dreamkid]

[ Matthew wrinkles his nose. Good grief. ]

I hope so.

[ He turns away, planning to head to his room and deal with this by himself. If he's gotta talk to Dorian Gray he probably shouldn't be distracted. ]