[ what the hell is lil talking about? why would lil not actually being nelson's girlfriend be worth blabbing about to anybody? something funny twists across bradbury's face, an unspoken huh? of confusion that he doesn't need words to convey. rather abruptly, he feels like the conversation he thought he'd been having isn't the conversation he was having after all. he pauses, perplexment still written large and clear across his face, lips moving a little as he works through what's been said up to this point, trying to figure out how exactly it got to this point and what lil thinks he thinks he knows.
and then the penny drops -- really drops, this time -- and bradbury blinks, slow. ]
Oh. [ it's weighted, that oh, and it carries the weight of a lot of little things that hadn't added up suddenly making sense. so that's what it is. in typical bradbury fashion, he feels compelled to actually voice the revelation out loud, though he has the sense to keep his voice low (he doesn't want to be on the receiving end of a diamond lil special). ]
You're into guys. [ slowly, like he's still digesting that particular piece of information, before his inner mitchell kicks him in the lizard brain and he hastily follows it up. ] I mean -- there's nothing wrong with -- [ he'll just quit while he's ahead, taking a breath before exhaling, slowly. ]
Okay. Yeah, I got it. [ he looks and sounds calmer, taking it in stride, because lil's got that don't fuck with me look and because it's the twenty-first century and his best friend once legalized gay marriage, for fuck's sake. bradbury's fine. and then something else occurs to him, and it blurts out before he can clamp down. ]
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and then the penny drops -- really drops, this time -- and bradbury blinks, slow. ]
Oh. [ it's weighted, that oh, and it carries the weight of a lot of little things that hadn't added up suddenly making sense. so that's what it is. in typical bradbury fashion, he feels compelled to actually voice the revelation out loud, though he has the sense to keep his voice low (he doesn't want to be on the receiving end of a diamond lil special). ]
You're into guys. [ slowly, like he's still digesting that particular piece of information, before his inner mitchell kicks him in the lizard brain and he hastily follows it up. ] I mean -- there's nothing wrong with -- [ he'll just quit while he's ahead, taking a breath before exhaling, slowly. ]
Okay. Yeah, I got it. [ he looks and sounds calmer, taking it in stride, because lil's got that don't fuck with me look and because it's the twenty-first century and his best friend once legalized gay marriage, for fuck's sake. bradbury's fine. and then something else occurs to him, and it blurts out before he can clamp down. ]
Wait, so are you and Justice--?