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Via sending stone about a week before the masquerade

[theydrewfirstblood]

[John spends nearly an hour trying to prepare himself. He’s been talking to a lot of people, asking questions…thinking about him all the time.

At the hour mark, he gets really sick of his own bullshit, grabs his stone where it hangs around his neck, and…]

Hey, Laios? You free this afternoon? I, uh…I wanted to know if I could see you. Got something I wanna ask.

[action; two nights after gala]

[theydrewfirstblood]

John waits a couple of days—just for Dahlia’s sake. He’s already put his thoughts down on a note he’s gonna send out, and when he encouraged Laios to just go when everyone was out of the house he was serious. They still need to talk, but he made himself clear enough for the moment.

You’re with her too, I’m fine with it right now. Take care of your partner, it’s okay.

But now that there’s been…this, and after dancing with people and being around so many people and…

It’s kind of like the day his wolf buddy just bowled him over and lay there. Not quite that bad, but enough, and John is scared. The last time he talked to anyone about this was Sam, and that ruined everything.

John needs to explain—and make it clear that he won’t ask Laios for anything.

So a couple days after the gala he reaches out, and Laios says he’s free, John asks to meet him at the Oak & Iron in his room—he doesn’t want Edgar to hear any of this, and it allows for some privacy.

He leaves a note, heads to town, and pauses to say hi to Tasha as she’s heading out for the night before he heads up to knock on Laios’s door.

By the time Laios opens it, John is rubbing his arms to banish a chill only he can feel, trying and failing to be subtle about the way his body is starting to remind him how badly it needs more of those fleeting touches he stole at the party.