T is for Touched
Characters: Adam Rove and Grace Polk
Rating: PG
Genre: A hint of slash, maybe, but nothing graphic
Summary: Grace and Adam meet over coffee to talk while he visits Arcadia
Character Age: approximately 20
Joaniverse: Butterflies, see also " S is for Surprised"
"Hey, Rove, listen. I gotta tell you something."
A confession? From Grace? Adam focused his full attention her.
"I'm listening."
"And I swear, if you tell anyone, you'll be dead meat."
He lifted his arms defensively. "I promise not to tell anyone."
She breathed in, then waited a few seconds before saying, "I've got a girlfriend."
When Grace didn't say anything else, he scrunched his eyebrows together, confused. "Oh-kay. Is that so unusual? Joan is your girlfriend."
She gave him a look. "No, I mean girlfriend. You know, like... partner girlfriend."
The penny finally dropped. "Oh," was all he could say in his momentary astonishment.
Her glance on him was questioning, almost exasperated. "Oh? That's all you're gonna say?"
"No, I mean... Geez, what do you want me to say?"
"I don't know. You hate it, you think it's weird, you think it's cool? Anything."
"Are you happy? I mean, with her?"
"Yeah."
"Then that's all that matters."
"I'm touched," she said sarcastically. "That is such a cliché answer, Rove. You really hate it, don't you?"
"So what if it's cliché, it's true. And, no, I don't hate it. Actually, I think it's kinda cool. Come on, cut me some slack, you just dropped a pretty big bomb." His mouth curved into a smile. "Friedman's gonna have the time of his life when he hears it."
She glared at him. "Don't you dare-"
"Relax, he's not gonna hear it from me. I haven't even spoken to him in I don't know how long. Have you told your parents?"
"Are you kidding? The Rabbi's gonna kill me."
"No, he won't. He's your father, he loves you. No matter what."
"Dude, you are full of clichés today. Have you shown your father your green hair yet?"
Adam smiled. "Touché."
Rating: PG
Genre: A hint of slash, maybe, but nothing graphic
Summary: Grace and Adam meet over coffee to talk while he visits Arcadia
Character Age: approximately 20
Joaniverse: Butterflies, see also " S is for Surprised"
"Hey, Rove, listen. I gotta tell you something."
A confession? From Grace? Adam focused his full attention her.
"I'm listening."
"And I swear, if you tell anyone, you'll be dead meat."
He lifted his arms defensively. "I promise not to tell anyone."
She breathed in, then waited a few seconds before saying, "I've got a girlfriend."
When Grace didn't say anything else, he scrunched his eyebrows together, confused. "Oh-kay. Is that so unusual? Joan is your girlfriend."
She gave him a look. "No, I mean girlfriend. You know, like... partner girlfriend."
The penny finally dropped. "Oh," was all he could say in his momentary astonishment.
Her glance on him was questioning, almost exasperated. "Oh? That's all you're gonna say?"
"No, I mean... Geez, what do you want me to say?"
"I don't know. You hate it, you think it's weird, you think it's cool? Anything."
"Are you happy? I mean, with her?"
"Yeah."
"Then that's all that matters."
"I'm touched," she said sarcastically. "That is such a cliché answer, Rove. You really hate it, don't you?"
"So what if it's cliché, it's true. And, no, I don't hate it. Actually, I think it's kinda cool. Come on, cut me some slack, you just dropped a pretty big bomb." His mouth curved into a smile. "Friedman's gonna have the time of his life when he hears it."
She glared at him. "Don't you dare-"
"Relax, he's not gonna hear it from me. I haven't even spoken to him in I don't know how long. Have you told your parents?"
"Are you kidding? The Rabbi's gonna kill me."
"No, he won't. He's your father, he loves you. No matter what."
"Dude, you are full of clichés today. Have you shown your father your green hair yet?"
Adam smiled. "Touché."