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"Yo, it's Heather. I'm probably asleep or Godzilla ate my 'Gear or something so I can't answer you right now. But feel free to leave a message or something. I'll probably get back to you. ... Probably. Peace out."

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--HAH, which one?

The history book, the mockumentary, or the corny crime noir?

The dirty one. [He laughs some more.] Tell me you didn't read this.

_{[There's a pause.]

[Because okay, while she's pretty sure there's a few raunchy jokes in BALLS OF STEEL, she wouldn't classify that as a... dirty book.]}

... The dirty one?

_{[YEAH SHE DIDN'T READ IT, BLAKE. You can breathe a sigh of relief.]}

Yeah. The one with the detectives banging. [He laughs again.] I didn't know they even made that shit.

But, the thing I really gotta ask you is-

[His voice softens a bit.]

How'd you know?

--oh.

_{[Oh god. SHE HADN'T REALIZED THE DETECTIVES BANGED.]

[But she's spared the awkwardness of having to explain that she ACCIDENTALLY sent him a gay harlequin romance novel by what he says next.]

[Which is-- while not what she expected to hear-- not entirely surprising. The fact that he said it at ALL is the biggest shock. For a second, she looks just a LITTLE stunned... but then her mouth quirks into her standard fond, crooked grin.]}

--Well, I'll be honest... I actually didn't.

But I'm glad you told me-- now I know what series to get you for next Christmas.

You didn't...?

[Might as well flick the video on. It comes up on Blake looking alarmed for a moment, then sheepish.]

Ah, hell. Let the cat out of the bag, huh.

[He rubs his head, where the hair by the temple is going gray. It's unnerving to talk about out loud, but also strangely freeing, like walking out onto unsure ice.]

It's not so bad, right? There's weirder things in the world.

_{[She flicks hers on as well, and her smile is lopsided as ever, but soft.]}

Hey, you say that like it's weird in the first place.

Maybe not here. Back home, in a police precinct?

[His mouth tightens as he imagines what his old buddies would say.]

Nah. Not there.

[His expression relaxes a little, and gets a touch of wryness.]

Now here, where people carry around whales and killer starfish in their back pockets? Not being a hundred percent straight isn't such a big deal.

[His eyes wander away from the screen.]

You know you're the first person I've ever told?

Besides the guy who figured it out on his own.

--is that so?

Well, gosh, I'm honored.

_{[She's laughing, but not meanly. She can relate to that self-deprecating humor!]}

You know, even if your cop buddies wouldn't have gotten it... you don't have to deal with 'em here.

And even if you did... I've known plenty of not-a-hundred-percent-straight guys who could probably knock their blocks off in five seconds flat if any of 'em gave ya trouble.

I don't, do I? There's some good points about being a million miles from anywhere.

[He smiles slightly, almost shyly.] I could do plenty of that myself. Don't get me wrong, this doesn't mean I plan on punching assholes in the head any less.

But hey.

Keep this under your hat, all right? I'm not exactly ready to go public.

Hey.

_{[She lifts her hands.]}

Your secret's safe with me.

_{[And then, with a small, slightly unsure grin, she glances over her own shoulder before leaning in conspiratorially.]}

And if you're still worried, well... here's some collateral.

I'm not exactly one-hundred-percent-straight, either.

You know what the weird thing is? I actually trust you.

[It's been a long time since he could say that about anyone.

Then his eyebrows go up.]

You serious?

[He laughs and shakes his head.]

Hell, girls these days, that's pretty much par for the course.

[It's a strange, giddy feeling. He's talking about this like anything else, and look at that, the world isn't ending.]

Haha, hey, what's that supposed to mean?

_{[She sounds a little giddy too, to be honest. Outside of Envy (who had called her on it and wound up having to spent the next, like, half-hour explaining to her that BISEXUALITY IS PERFECTLY NORMAL and also PRETTY MUCH EVERYBODY THINKS LUST IS HOT), Blake is the first one she's spoken even a whisper of this to.]

[It's kind of freeing.]}

It means plenty of girls like girls too. Hell, isn't there a shitty song about that?

[He never thought he'd be talking to anybody about this, let alone a girl half his age.]

Heh. There's probably plenty of shitty songs about it.

Didn't prepare me any more for suddenly realizing-- damn, you know?

_{[Hell, she can't believe it either. But it's a relief.]}

Took you a while to figure it out, huh.

[His expression looks contemplative.] Me, I guess I always kind of knew. Just knew for sure it wasn't something you talked to anybody about. Not unless you wanted to get your ass kicked.

Sure did.

_{[And maybe she'd have NEVER realized it, if she hadn't had to share a bed with Lust that one time.]

[Which is, in hindsight, kind of an amusing anecdote all by itself, but when Blake goes on, she sobers up a little. When she speaks again, her voice is soft.]}

... Sounds like it must have been pretty lonely.

[He shrugs, not looking quite at the screen.]

Eh, I never thought about it like that. There's plenty of crap you never tell anybody about.

I was too busy getting in fights to get lonely.

Heh, well, we had that in common, then.

_{[STILL DID.]}

Anyway... my lips are zipped, ol' man.

Heh. Guess we did.

[He pauses for a second, looking away for a second.]

Hey.

Thanks, Heather.

[He smiles slightly.]

The book's hot, too.

--ew, haha, I didn't need to know that!

_{[Man what would she even do without Blake.]}

[Now that just makes Blake cackle. Always fun to gross somebody out.

And it's weird how much lighter he feels.]

You gross old man.

_{[She laughs, too. It's contagious.]}

Anyway, I gotta head out. Gonna try and get some battles in while I still have daylight.

Enjoy your gay detectives.

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