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Jim is sitting on the sidewalk step, long arms resting on his knees, looking a bit like a sort of massive spider. There's a cigarette drooping by the side of his lips, it's low enough that Corey is a little worried for Jim's luscious beard. He's also playing with his zippo lighter, opening it one handed, kinda like a magician would, making sort of appear and disappear through his long fingers.
Corey makes his way through the airport automatic doors. He's holding two extra large coffees with sugar and milk only in his, so he doesn't drop right next to Jim like he normally would. He gently taps the tip of his shoe to the side of Jim's and hands him his coffee.
"Ooh you hero, I owe you so much!"
Sitting down next to Jim, Corey sniggers at the answer.
"Careful, dude, I'll ask you for head."
Jim was inadvisably taking a sip of coffee and for a split second he looks like he might spit it all out, but he victoriously swallows his coffee and only coughs a couple of times. Corey pats him apologetically on the shoulder.
"Thought we weren't talking about sex between us anymore…"
And it's the bitterness in Jim's tone that makes Corey turn his head towards him, at the perfect moment for Jim to slowly blow the smoke from his cigarette in his face. Corey grimaces at the intended meaning and flaps his hand around the smoke to dissipate it.
"Way to go Jim… Doing the opposite of what you just said..."
There’s a mulish look on Jim's face and Corey ponders what to do while Jim takes one last drag off his cigarette before blowing his smoke right into Corey's face again a snide little sparkle in his eye.
Corey rolls his eyes again as he turns away from the smoke and bumps his shoulder against Jim's.
"Right, be a cryptic giant… I'll go ask Chris what's crawled up your ass...”
But Corey doesn’t go anywhere as Jim’s fingers close none too gently around his arm, keeping him in place. He’s not drinking his coffee and still not speaking, fingers playing with the butt of his cigarette looking in the distance.
“Ok… Did you have a fight with Chris?”
Which seems weird because Corey thought Jim enjoyed the physical closeness and ease of fucking Chris, and this looks so much like moping. Also Chris doesn’t really do fights, not ones that aren’t intended to end up in bed anyway. Jim eventually shakes his head and lets go of Corey’s arm.
“Ok, well, if this is just you being a maudlin fucker who has contradictory ideas about what you want, I’ll leave you to it. I’d brought you coffee but it’s gone cold now, that’ll do well with your mood…” Standing up, Corey leaves his own coffee with Jim, he can drink cold sugary sweet coffee to punish himself for whatever for all Corey cares.