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[ss_buttcrack]

"I'm not doubting that's good..." Crichton answers with a flush creeping up his neck, "but you got more going for you than that, dude. You're not just a pretty face."

[midnightroads]

"Well. I'm pretty okay at the parts of the demigod thing that don't involve fighting." A pause, his smile dropping off his face. "After Halloween, maybe I am good at some of the fighting shit, too, but I don't wanna be known for that."

[ss_buttcrack]

Crichton shifts a little closer, until their shoulders can touch, debating if he should go full hug yet because hearing Bash talk about fighting on Halloween, knowing how Bash feels about resorting to violence, that's heart breaking.

"That's not the first thing I think of when I think about you. Not even the demigod part. That's important, yeah, but what I know you for best is how good you are at talking to people. You're insightful. You always sound wiser than your years. I never feel like you're going to...I don't know, make me feel worse about myself when I share with you. I value that about you. You know that?"

[midnightroads]

Sorry, Crichton, initiating touch like that is how you get to be the one hugged on, with a deep, heavy sigh.

"You're not just saying that to flatter me?"

[ss_buttcrack]

Oh no, what a terrible fate. Now Bash is going to get hugged back. The horror.

"I'm really not. I mean it. And, hell, if not for your advice Arthur and I might still be awkwardly dancing around our feelings for each other. You're the one who kicked me in the ass about talking to him."

[midnightroads]

"I mean, someone was bound to do that at some point. Right?" He lets out a bit of a nervous laugh, because oh no, he is being Perceived.

[ss_buttcrack]

"For someone as good at giving out compliments, you're really bad at taking them yourself." Crichton playfully knocks his knuckles against Bash's arm. "You're good with people. Own it, dude."

[midnightroads]

"Maybe that's why I'm so good at giving them." It's a bit of a quip, but it's followed up by a bit of a sigh. "I'm just not used to being able to do much of nothing right, man."

[ss_buttcrack]

He almost wants to quip back, but the sigh makes him reconsider. "Hey, now. What do you think you're getting wrong?"

[midnightroads]

"I'm a high school dropout who worked as a cab driver. I can barely read or write, and I'm a pacifist so I'm mostly useless in fights. All I got is a pretty face and a kind heart, so I gotta make the absolute best I got out of those."

[ss_buttcrack]

"Yeah? Well, I'm an astronaut with a Ph.D. in astrophysics, dude, and who's coming to who for advice right now?" Space has served Crichton just enough humble pie by now that he no longer feels like those extra years in college are something to brag about.

"You really gotta stop selling yourself short. You make a hell of a cup of coffee too, you know. And you make one hell of a good friend. I don't remember taking any lessons on that in college."

[midnightroads]

"Mmph." Bash buries his face into Crichton's shoulder for a moment. "They oughta teach coffee in college, then kids wouldn't have to live on energy drinks during finals week." But there's a little laughter underneath.

[ss_buttcrack]

"You know, I don't disagree with you there." He wraps his arm around Bash to lightly pat him on the back. Bash's laughter is joined by a chuckle from him too.

"You'd be the best professor for the job. Hands down. They'd have a waiting list just to get in."