013 // Accidental video. Forward-dated to tomorrow morning.

[showbizpanache]

[The NV turns on on its side somewhere on the floor, seemingly after fallen from somewhere higher up. It focuses on two pairs of feet--one in black slippers, the other with one shoe on. It starts recording in the middle of a conversation.

--are you doing?

Getting dressed. Since you seem to find me so disgusting, I'm not going to force you to look

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video/private;

[paterelohim]

[Chuck just stares at the trainwreck in front of him, almost choking on the second-hand embarrassment at hearing something this private broadcast to the world. Poor Kurt- and jesus, the fact that Blaine's head doesn't explode the second Kurt sees the NV kind of shocks him.

It's hard to think of something to say to all this, but. He tries for it anyway, quietly.]

Hey, um. I totally understand if you don't, but if either of you want a- a distraction, or someone to talk to, you know where to find me.

private to Chuck;

[showbizpanache]

Are you sure? Because the list of the many different forms of bodily harm I wish on him might get pretty long.

private;

[paterelohim]

I'm sure. Most homicidal urges pass after a waiting period of seventy two hours.

[showbizpanache]

Seventy-one hours and fifty-five minutes to go.

[paterelohim]

Kurt... I'm sure he didn't mean it.

[showbizpanache]

Which part? When he blamed everything on me, or when he guilt-tripped me about my powers? There's a lot to choose from here, see.

[paterelohim]

The second part. People say a lot of awful things that they don't mean when they're upset enough.

[showbizpanache]

I don't care if he's upset.

[paterelohim]

Fine, but at least you know why he said it.

[showbizpanache]

I don't want to talk about it, okay? There seems to be some unwritten cosmic rule that dictates that every bad situation I'm in has to be absolutely humiliating at the same time, and I'd rather not rub salt in the wound.

[paterelohim]

[He throws his hands up in supplication.]

Okay, okay. That's fine, man.

Just- when you're ready, find someone to talk to? This is way too much for anyone your age to handle alone.

[showbizpanache]

This entire place is too much. Everything we've been through-- God, I don't even feel sixteen anymore.

[paterelohim]

You've been brutalized into growing up too fast.

[It's not right. God, he hates this place and what it does.]

[showbizpanache]

[Sniffs a bit, nodding.] You know, we've never fought before. Not since we got together, anyway. Little things here and there, but...not like this.

[paterelohim]

[Chuck nods sympathetically.]

I think a lot of relationships wind up on the rocks when the people in them are going through, you know, stress or major life changes.

[showbizpanache]

But this is so-- [He shakes his head.] It's so unfair. I'd wanted... I'd wanted it to be special. On our terms. Why can't we have that? Why does this place have to screw with us so much?