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[ erik almost wants to ask but — no. hope is fragile. life is fragile. ]

A good beginning.

[winscenario]

Well, so far so good.

It makes me happy to hear you say it that way.

[scarcastically]

Is it weird to say I still get scared?

Not of you, or us. Just.

[winscenario]

Not really. We all get scared sometimes.

What are you scared of, then?

[scarcastically]

Losing, I guess.

I've never won anything that mattered.

[winscenario]

You're not going to lose me, Erik. If that's what you're scared of.

[scarcastically]

You don't know that.

[winscenario]

I do. Stop that. I'm not going anywhere.

[ He just doesn't need to think about waking up the next morning and not having Erik there with him. This sure isn't helping. ]

[scarcastically]

[ yeah he's being a debbie downer. erik pushes it aside. ]

I'll stop.

[ and he changed the subject. ]

Any other artistic plans on your horizon?

[winscenario]

[ It's the kind of conversation that will really lead nowhere, in his honest opinion. They both know that either of them could disappear the next day, but Jim chooses to approach it the same way he approaches dying: could happen tomorrow, but he can't live his whole life with that fear hovering over him. Or else he's never going to be happy, or enjoy anything.

There's nothing either of them can really do to stop it. But he can at least promise that for as long as it's within his control, then he's not leaving Erik's side. ]

Well. [ He smiles a little, appreciating the change of subject. ] I do like photography. And there's always cooking, I'm getting pretty good at that.

[scarcastically]

Damn I'm gonna have a regular Da Vinci on my hands.

[winscenario]

Did Da Vinci know how to cook?

[scarcastically]

I wouldn't put it past him.

[winscenario]

Well, I can say for sure he's never traveled across space, so there is that.

[scarcastically]

Guess not.

What were you worried I would dump you for a hot version of Da Vinci?

[winscenario]

Maybe a little... Especially if you're already making plans about selling my art.

[scarcastically]

A guy's got to make a living.

[winscenario]

You'd think you could just sell Da Vinci's work if you really left me for him. Just saying.

[scarcastically]

I'm keeping my options open.

[winscenario]

You're terrible.

[scarcastically]

Hey, you were warned.

[winscenario]

That's true. And I absolutely didn't give a crap.

[scarcastically]

You're too soft.

[winscenario]

I'm just the right amount of soft.

Plus, you like it. It's great for cuddles.

[scarcastically]

I can't deny that.