Who: Rex & NOT!Iago
Where: Iago's room
When: Morning of the flood
Warnings: LOL NOPE
Rex's mind had been a tangle of emotions when he sought out Iago. With Wichita's return, the fact that he still had feelings for her... They'd never gone away, really; it was simply easier to move on when she wasn't even an option. But there was Iago and the overall matter of what to do. He couldn't just walk away from him-- could he? Did he want to?
Rather than think on all of that, Rex had instead gone the totally healthy route of going to Iago's room, moping on his bed, then falling asleep in a totally passionless night of sexless, mostly-clothed spooning. And Rex was planning on stalling like that for as long as he could, because he'd be damned if he would deal with his "feelings".
When morning came, he rolled over, shifted his position so that he was facing Iago. Eyes still closed, he dropped his head on the other man's chest, feeling no desire to get up. It was a big change from his usual routine, where he was typically up by five, and it was long past five. Of course, the fact that he had slept over at all was a huge change. This was the first time with Iago.
After a few moments, he opened his eyes and looked at the other man.
Then his jaw dropped and he scrambled away.
"James?!"
WHY WAS HE IN BED WITH McCULLEN?