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[dreamkid]

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[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. ]