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[If it gets past the 4th ring and he doesn't pick up it will go to answering machine.]

This is Claudio. Leave a message and I'll get back to you if I can.

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We're both bad at this shit. We'll get over it. Don't worry about it. Just need to get you off the train full of freaky and back home.

[So he waited, leaning back in his chair, staring out into the darkness, the starless sky, the bloody moon, the messy streets, the creature climbing up the wall of a building near by, the lamp post that was bent and dim. Why did it all seem peaceful now a days? Normal.]

[Still scared the crap out of him of course, and he began to think lazer's would be a great addition to a car. Huh.]

[These thoughts made it easier to stay off THOSE thoughts. Whatthefuck did he do. Are things going to be okay. Can he at least keep the friendship. Anything. His fingers tapped to music that wasn't even playing, mostly because he didn't play music at night so he could hear what's going on.]

[When the knock came he flicked the latch so Terry could open the door and get in. A Hey is all? That's fine. He flicked the car on again]

Hey.

[and glanced over to him, his general Trauma Check up. Greying? How are the eyes? That general thing. Make sure he was doing alright before he started to pull off down the street again.... slower now cus Trauma was here.]

All right?

Yeah. 'M okay. [As an afterthought.]...And Melissa might stop trying to ride the train.

[He got into the car trying to avoid how fucking awkward he felt now that he was there and not in the midst of his 'get off the fucking train dumbass' anger. Trauma's NV sent another alert, and, this time, not focusing on other things, he looked at it as the car began to drive off. Terry frowned down at the NV and ran his thumb over the display, thinking.]

I don't get it. [He sounded like he was answering a question, even if the statement came out of nowhere.]

You're always-….You're always helping me. I don't-

[He paused, and didn't look up, still staring at the phone like it was personally responsible for confusing the fuck out of him.]

What did I do?

[Melissa? Must be the girl on the train. He nodded at that, watching the road, moving around a monster here of there as he went. His eye glanced over as Trauma's NV got an alert, but he didn't ask.]

[He was thrown a bit as the guy started in on the not getting it bits...]

What? Do you want me to stop? Cause that's... not really going to happen. You're important. Of course i'm going to help. Don't be stupid... [though he wasn't looking at the guy at all, just deciding to take an awkward focus on the road.]

You didn't do anything. If that's what you mean. I mean... you're just... you.

[Terry sat there, and because eye contact is something he failed at royally, he still looked down at the phone. He went over his resolve from the train and tried to build it back up. There was something of a long, very awkward pause, that really was entirely his fault. And worse. He knew it. Because how the hell was he supposed to respond to something like that? He didn't know how.

Words. Right.

He could do words.

....Right.]

...I don't know what it is you want. From this. ...From...me.

[And that wasn't so much "words" as "stalling having to talk himself." But who's really keeping track. Right? Besides, if he was the one that said...whatever he was thinking, then, inevitably, when he screws it up, it'll have been his fault that this went any further than some awkwardness to get past between them.

[He just drove in the silence, not really going fast or slow. Just being careful, letting Trauma think or not speak or what ever it was he did. At least they weren't far form home.]

[While Trauma stayed silent, Dio sat there thinking about other things, to get his mind off himself being an idiot and fucking this all up. His car. he liked his car. The seat were comfy, it purred like a giant cat, it ran like a dream and he built it himself. ]

[He built it while Trauma sat there mocking him for it. Or chilled out in the seat and laughed as Dio broke his hand on the engine, or when he kicked the tires so hard he blew one out on mistake, or... or ...]

[Something else that came back to Trauma. There was a shrug as the other spoke.]

Nothing. I don't want nothing from you. Not like some demands or needs or deep desires that you got to pay for or anything. I just... [he sighed, feeling awkward] No, maybe you're right. Maybe I'm just tired of being alone. Don't want to be alone like I am. maybe that's all this is. Fickle or... or just cus your there or something. What ever it was you said. I don't know.

I just know that things keep getting worse. I keep laying there at night, on those rare chances that we're both passed out on your bed, and watch you sleep and think how nice it is. Creepy, I know, sorry. Or when you call me when you're having problems, not Jinx. Not that I don't expect you call her for things, just...

Well, maybe you only call me cus i'm a fucking power sink for you. maybe that's all it is for you. I don't know. I don't know what the hell I want, I guess. You're right. Maybe I am being dumb or something. That it's just weird feelings cus you're the only one around for me.

[he paused, turning at a red light and not even waiting, watching as some bat things chewed on the light anyhow. He drove off towards the house] Only, you know, you're not the only person I am around. I got jinx and Gabe and I do talk to Chuck from time to time. There's Jubes and Michael and Deadpool too. I actually go drinking with that crazy ass motherfucker. I can talk to the other crazy mutants for anything too. I'm not.... not shallow as all that to just... to decide that... um, to realize that I love someone just because they are around. I love a lot of those people but it's different, and I know that. I just can't fucking explain it. Okay?

[He was calm through all this. Very calm and collected, for the most part. Frustration slipping in here and there again, but calm none the less. He pulled down the side of the house slowly, headed to the back lot for the garage, just ... not sure what else to say.]

[Terry was trying to make a point to listen, and was doing a pretty good job until about halfway through the tirade. (Technically not a tirade because, well, fairly calm all things considered, but that's not the point.) He frowned and looked up, watching through the last section, bad driving technique aside, there was a lot wrong with that fucking mess.

There was a moment where Terry wondered exactly how incompetent a person he had to be to make it so his best friend and probably the only person he could stand on a regular basis (who hadn't decided that she was a relative and so able to bust into his personal bubble at any and all moments in time) thought power blindness was the only reason Trauma wanted him around. Sure, handy in a crisis, but Jinx practically had the same effect by now, and honestly, if he could read Claudio it would've made his life a hell of a lot easier in a situation like this. (No. Bad. Ignore that thought. That sucked last time.) ]

You're an idiot.

[Yeah, great start. Keep going on that track. It'll work. Sure.]

I don't-[Trauma cut himself off, Wrong. Start again.] Who else am I gonna call? ..You're pretty much all I've got. You and Jinx, but-[Now that just sounded wrong, and his distress at not being able to say what he meant showed. Sounded like he was settling. That wasn't what he meant. Goddamn it! There had been a point in his life where he hadn't completely sucked at people. He could remember that. He pauses for a long moment, trying to come up with words.]

Goddamn it.

[Deciding that words were obviously bad and prone to failing, Terry did something painfully stupid. He leaned over to shift the car into park, (Yeah yeah. Not good for the fucking car. He could hear all about it later.) before grabbing Claudio by the back of the neck and kissing him full on the mouth. He didn't linger, in fact, Trauma backed off pretty quickly, once his brain caught up with what he'd done, because....Well.

.....Right.

He was just...full of bright ideas today. Trauma slumped down in his seat, crossed his arms and contemplated the fact that he really needed to get better at words instead of taking stupid action. He'd died enough times in one life time to remember that stupid actions got you a hole in the chest. .....And that could be taken metaphorically in this case. Not literally, even if that had been a literal at one point. And Jesus Christ, why didn't his brain shut the fuck up?]

....So. There's...that.

[Well, he was an idiot, but that wasn't what he meant, or not all of what he meant. He had been trying to make excuses at first, or reasons. But here he got called an idiot, and it almost made him smile.]

[That is until the other put the breaks on like that. Oh yes he was about to raise to this change with strong protest. First off, this was his baby and you don't do that, second off, well shit man say stop, he would have stopped and parked it.]

[Just as he was about to protest however he found himself wide eyed in surprise as Trauma pulled him closer for a swift kiss and drew away again a moment later. Yeah, if that lingered long enough he would have kissed him back, almost instantly. But it hadn't and he felt his brain break a bit at that, unsure what to say or do.]

[He blinked over at the other, just watching him a moment longer. He then blinked again, slowly and sat back a moment]

Ah... well.... yes there is that. [he said, staring out the front windshield now, a very slow growing kind of stupid smile coming to his face. There was something about that that actually made him feel warm now instead of stone cold dread.]

So... if I decide to kiss you again you're not going to freak out and shut down on me, are you? Cause... that is a possibility right now. Just, you know, fair warning. Either that or you need to fix the fucking mixed signals.

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[Action] FUCK THIS FUCKING TAG HERE YOU GO

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[Action] For the record. Trauma's an idiot.

[Action]So is Dio. We already know this.

[Action] This is like an unprecidented level of idiot though

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