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Jun. 17th, 2006 03:35 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
nathalia Okay, so here's a drabble. Wes/Hobbie. Not great stuff. Just well, dunno.
Sometimes, Wes thought, life sucks.
But when it did, he usually found a way to turn the tables, he always knew where there were parties he could crash, people he could play pranks on. And of course, there was always the option to take a starfighter out.
Today, however, none of these things worked, hell, he wasn't even in the mood to consider them. Everyone who would have looked at Wes Janson could have told that there was something wrong with him. He was sitting on a bench in a public garden, a contemplative look on his face, something that was so un-Wes-Janson like few other things in the world.
It was all Hobbie's fault. If he hadn't gone to this bar with Wes the day before, nothing would have happened, but of course Hobbie had agreed to go with Wes after Wes had insisted a lot. They had talked, drunk, and then, on the way home, something had happened, something Wes hadn't understood. Even now, it was difficult to understand.
He had kissed Hobbie and he had actually liked it.
So, now he was sitting here, thinking. What was he supposed to do? Act like it had never happened or talk about it, risking everything?
But when it did, he usually found a way to turn the tables, he always knew where there were parties he could crash, people he could play pranks on. And of course, there was always the option to take a starfighter out.
Today, however, none of these things worked, hell, he wasn't even in the mood to consider them. Everyone who would have looked at Wes Janson could have told that there was something wrong with him. He was sitting on a bench in a public garden, a contemplative look on his face, something that was so un-Wes-Janson like few other things in the world.
It was all Hobbie's fault. If he hadn't gone to this bar with Wes the day before, nothing would have happened, but of course Hobbie had agreed to go with Wes after Wes had insisted a lot. They had talked, drunk, and then, on the way home, something had happened, something Wes hadn't understood. Even now, it was difficult to understand.
He had kissed Hobbie and he had actually liked it.
So, now he was sitting here, thinking. What was he supposed to do? Act like it had never happened or talk about it, risking everything?
