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All your coffee are belong to Gabe!

Location: The Cravat
Time: N/A. (Though for all intents and purposes it is morning.)

This morning, as with many mornings, Gabe's first thought was one word. This one word was 'coffee.' He carefully extricated himself from his and Jeannot's bed, making sure not to wake his love as he did. He left the room quietly and went down the stairs, looking for any new room, hopefully one containing a coffee-maker and some grounds. As luck ((or possibly the BC's inherent MKCSR powers)) would have it, the first room he decided to explore was the kitchen, the coffee-maker on the counter like a gift from G-d. He only had to look through two cupboards before finding the coffee grounds and cups, and he set about making it, humming Chelsea Hotel #2 very loudly to himself. Once done, he sat upon the counter, impatiently watching it percolate.


Jan. 28th, 2007 11:58 pm (UTC)
Jeannot blinked. "Well," he said after a moment, still looking a bit concernedly at Watson. "If you think so." He patted Watson's shoulder. "Are you certain that you are calm enough?" he asked quietly.
Jan. 29th, 2007 12:24 am (UTC)
"Oh, yes," Watson said, shaking his head no. He paused. "I'm terribly sorry, I've just woke up - let's just go on, shall we?" He made it halfway out the door before sighing and drooping against the frame.
Jan. 29th, 2007 12:38 am (UTC)
Jeannot followed Watson, still concerned, and rushed to his side, a bit frightened, when the doctor leaned against the door frame as though he could not go on. "Watson?" he asked, voice rising in concern, and slipped an arm around his new friend's waist, worried that he would fall over if left to his own devices. Jeannot shook his head at Watson. "Come, my friend," he urged, gesturing back into the room. "We need not go just yet."
Jan. 29th, 2007 01:15 am (UTC)
"Thank you," Watson said gratefully, patting Jeannot's hand. "I can stand on my own, don't worry. I'm only a bit distressed." He pressed his shirt sleeve to his still damp eyes. "I don't suppose there's any way that I could shock someone like you?"
Jan. 29th, 2007 01:23 am (UTC)
Jeannot shook his head, still concerned. "I do not think so," he told Watson. "Please, come and sit down." He tugged at the doctor's arm, leading him back over to the cot, watching him carefully.
Jan. 29th, 2007 01:39 am (UTC)
"Thank you," Watson repeated, allowing himself to be lead over to the cot. He brushed a hand with finality over his eyes, sitting down. "If I cannot shock you, may I. . .confess something to you?"
Jan. 29th, 2007 01:45 am (UTC)
"Anything you like," Jeannot told him quietly, resuming his seat next to Watson and watching him curiously, wondering what it was that he was so anxious to say. "I do not think that there is much that can shock me, anymore." He smiled and went quiet, waiting to hear what it was that Watson wanted to confess.
Jan. 29th, 2007 01:59 am (UTC)
Watson took a deep breath, then began. "I believe that I really am, in fact, in love with another man. I mean, I realize of course that it's impossible and all that, but I know my feelings, now that I have considered them, and -" He trailed off, under the mistaken impression that this confession was at all a surprise to anyone.
Jan. 29th, 2007 02:06 am (UTC)
Jeannot watched him, sure there must be something more to it. "Yes?" he prompted gently, when Watson didn't go on. "You are in love with M. Holmes, and...?"
Jan. 29th, 2007 03:20 am (UTC)
"And it is a problem!" Watson burst out, not with anger but with frustration. "I'm married, and I love her, and besides it isn't possible and I really suppose we ought to go downstairs now shouldn't we?"
Jan. 29th, 2007 03:29 am (UTC)
"Not until you are more calm," Jeannot told him softly, trying to get him to relax. "Watson, mon ami. You are right; it is a problem, and one which you probably ought to speak with M. Holmes about." He placed a hand on Watson's arm hesitantly, hoping it would calm him. "But-- wait a while. Tell me, what do you mean, it isn't possible?" he asked, the idea bothering him. "To love a man?"
Jan. 29th, 2007 03:41 am (UTC)
"It simply isn't," Watson said, calming slightly. "The only people who ever propose that sort of thing are radicals. They're not respectable. They die young of venereal diseases and other sundry ailments." Realizing to whom he was speaking, he blushed and added, "Present company accepted, I suppose. . ."
Jan. 29th, 2007 04:03 am (UTC)
Jeannot shook his head at that. "David did not love Jonathan, then?" he asked quietly. "Patrocle did not love Achille? Ephestion did not love Alexandre?" He hesitated on the last name, thinking of his own Alexandre, but carried on bravely. "My Alexandre did not love me? Gabe does not love me?" Jeannot looked down, twining his fingers in his lap. "It is not the mark of a radical, to love and be loved by a man," he said softly. "And it is not impossible. I know that, and you know that."
Jan. 29th, 2007 04:48 am (UTC)
Watson was very quiet.

This is a customary state of being while experiencing an epiphany.
Jan. 29th, 2007 05:07 am (UTC)
Jeannot looked up after a moment, noticing that Watson remained silent. He swallowed hard and looked away, hoping that he had not killed a friendship that had barely begun. "Have I shocked you, now?" he asked softly.
Jan. 29th, 2007 05:35 am (UTC)
Watson shut his eyes and shook his head. "No. Not at all, really. You've only articulated something I suspect I've known for quite a while. It's that damned medical training is what it is. . ." He momentarily trailed off, then open his eyes and grinned. "Clinical mental disorder my arse."
Jan. 29th, 2007 05:57 am (UTC)
"Clinical... what?" Jeannot shook his head, still puzzled, but glad that Watson was speaking more sensibly. He smiled at his friend, more relaxed. "They tell you, when you study to be a doctor, what love can and cannot be?" he asked, laughing at the very idea. "I think this is foolish. Although my friend Chrétien would tell you that love is a fever, or a consumption, or anything else you can imagine." He smiled at Watson, sharing the joke. "But Chrétien is a poet, not a doctor."
Jan. 29th, 2007 11:32 pm (UTC)
Watson smiled back, albeit slightly shakily. "Yes, I suppose they do tell you that. It is rather silly, isn't it? But as I said - clinical mental disorder. It is believed to be - the love of men by men, I mean - to be a disease, always immoral, always degrading, and often fatal. Although your friend - what is it? Chrétien? - sounds very pleasant, I sometimes wonder if he would make a better doctor than the ones who taught me these things."
Jan. 29th, 2007 11:47 pm (UTC)
"Chrétien, a doctor?" Jeannot shook his head thoughtfully. "I do not think so. He is, himself, often ill." He looked down again, sobered by the thought, and was quiet for a moment before he looked up again and smiled at Watson. "Perhaps, though, he knows more about love than these doctors who taught you, although he is very young."
Jan. 30th, 2007 01:05 am (UTC)
"I think perhaps he does," Watson said, rising. He felt inexplicably calm. Sticking his hands into his pockets, he grinned almost triumphantly at Jeannot. "Shall we go?"
Jan. 30th, 2007 01:15 am (UTC)
Jeannot stood up and smiled, glad that Watson was behaving more rationally, now that he had sorted things out for himself. "Certainly," he said, "if you are ready." He laughed suddenly, his good humor restored. "And... if you can find your shoes."
Jan. 30th, 2007 02:00 am (UTC)
"Oh yes," Watson said, looking wryly down at his stocking encased feet. "There's one by the door, I think, and the other's on the bed." He reached for and retrieved the second, then searched for the first.
Jan. 30th, 2007 02:02 am (UTC)
Jeannot spotted the other shoe and went to fetch it for Watson. He handed it to his friend with a smile. "There you are," he said lightly. "And now we can go." He waited at the door, a bit impatient to return to Gabe and breakfast.
Jan. 30th, 2007 03:51 am (UTC)
"Thank you," Watson said with relief, taking the shoes and sitting down for a moment to lace them. After a moment, he bounded back up, seeming a bit too excited to go downstairs. "And on we go. Once more unto the breach."

((Yes, they quote the same bits of Henry V. They're practically married when they're not angsting all over everything.))
Jan. 30th, 2007 03:55 am (UTC)
((Aww. <3. Love them to bits, truly.))

Jeannot laughed, surprised at the phrase. "M. Holmes said that, before," he remarked as they started down the stairs. "Is it poetry, that you both know it?"
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