for Jag - valentine's day

[st_rummer]

Coby hadn't given much thought to Valentine's day other than knowing it was coming up – hard to miss when Caroline had exploded hearts and gold cherubs over every available surface – until he'd had to explain the holiday to Kash and his friend. It wasn't as though any of the people he was sleeping with would expect anything of him. As far as he knew, some of them weren't from worlds where Valentine's day was a thing, and even the ones who were knew he wasn't the exclusive type. He'd rather show them how he felt when he was with them anyway, because he felt it, not because some calendar told him too.

Valentine's day was just a day.

When that day came, though, being caught between happy couples happily coupling, unhappy singles who couldn't look forward to half-price chocolate, and fat foil babies with wings that felt creepier than the description, it all felt like a terrible way to spend the day. He'd gone down long enough to throw together things to eat, because he wasn't sad sack moping, but he didn't stick around. At least he'd been here long enough he'd learned to ignore the Valentine's pink of his hearts and romance room. It was as good a place as any to work on this song that was refusing to come together the way he knew it could. He sat at his keyboard, trying the melody over and over with slight tweaks, leaning over to make notes on a, yes pink, notepad he'd picked up at the gift shop, then sticking the pencil behind his ear to try another variation.

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[st_artandstoke]

The rub of his hand did nothing to help Jag settle down, but he did cuddle in a little closer. "Yeah," he agreed, choosing the coward's way out. Coby sounded sleepy, and Jag didn't want to keep him from his sleep. He'd been enough of an imposition.

[st_rummer]

If Coby had known the direction of Jag's thoughts, he probably would have smacked him in the back of the head, fondly, not so it would hurt because that was a whole different thing between them, and not one they should approach again without talking first. But he didn't know, other than trickle of unease he wasn't sure about. "'Night, Jag."

[st_artandstoke]

"'Night, Cobe," Jag answered quietly, and forced himself to relax, at least physically.