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Curtis wonders if he's going paranoid. Like any day now Newbie's going to hand him the divorce papers and he'll be stuck watching TV with...with Nathan. Or worse, the cats. Except, he figures, Newbie would probably take full custody of the cats like children. Curtis would get them every other weekend

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[frooty_o_s]

"What's the matter with'em?" Newbie asks him, his first words upon entering the rec room. Frooty O's are meant to be enjoyed at maximum speed - something about all that sugar hitting the system at once. To let them languish, ignored and sodden in a bowl is....well, "It's a crime!" Newbie declares as he sits down. "Unless it's got cat hair in it. Does it got cat hair in it?"

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Curtis's startled out of his reverie by Newbie's never ending enthusiasm. He grumbles and looks over, and remembers, oh yeah. Building relationships. He even talked to Leoben.

"No," he says, looking down at the bowl in surprise. "I forgot about them. Dammit!"

[frooty_o_s]

"I'll get you some more," says Newbie, and though he looks worried - Curtis never forgets about Frooty O's - there's a touch of eagerness there, too. Drinking the milk from a spent bowl of Frooty O's is the best part, and cat hair or no, there's no reason to let that go to waste.

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"No, I can get them myself," Curtis says like he's dying. He knows about Newbie's penchant for drinking the sugary milk, which is disgusting if you ask Curtis, so he hands over the bowl. "You can have this."

[frooty_o_s]

"Hey thanks," says Newbie, his lips already latched onto the side of the bowl and sucking hungrily. He swallows it down and puts the bowl on the floor for Muffin to have the last sugary vestiges.

That being done, as it'll take Curtis a minute to get to the kitchen and back, Newbie slides over onto his spot on the couch to keep it warm.

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When Curtis returns he sees Newbie in his spot and pauses, conflicted. It would be mean to tell him to move the hell over, but. It's his favorite spot.

He finally moves, sitting gingerly on the cushion next to Newbie, and offers him a cup of water. "Sugar makes your teeth rot," he mumbles.

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"I'll brush them later," Newbie promises, his eyebrows drawing together as he takes the cup. "How come you care so much about my teeth today?"

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"I always care about your teeth!" Curtis snaps. Which isn't true - hell, he doesn't even care about his own teeth - but Newbie doesn't have to know that. "Why do you think I don't?"

[frooty_o_s]

Newbie downs the cup of water in one go, his torso spasming slightly around a bubble of air that went with it. "I don't know," he gasps when he's through. "You never say!"

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"Do I have to say everything?" Curtis asks, almost boarding on hysteria.

[frooty_o_s]

"If you want me to know about it," says Newbie, patting at his stomach with a whimper. "Here I warmed up your spot."

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"Can't you just...assume certain things? Like, just because I don't wash our clothes doesn't mean I don't care," Curtis says, his face turning a little red.

Before Newbie can answer, the culmination of two weeks of stewing come out. "Are you going to divorce me?"

[frooty_o_s]

"No," says Newbie, baffled, and slides back into Curtis' spot. He eyes Curtis warily, half-afraid that that color in his cheeks means he's about to explode or vomit. "Are you sick?"

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"No," Curtis snaps, looking surly. "Nathan said..." He sighs, the words not wanting to come out at all.

"Our marriage won't work, because you take care of me all the time. Well I can take care of myself, okay? I just thought you like it, so I let you do it," he says brusquely.

[frooty_o_s]

"I never said you couldn't," says Newbie, his fingers curling uncertainly around the cup. He looks down at it, then, as if to bolster Curtis' confidence, offers it back to him. "You can wash this if you want."

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"Well Nathan seems to think so," Curtis says scathingly. He takes the cup, looking at it in confusion. "...Would it make you feel better about me if I did?"