to Berlin with love.

[runningred]

 From here

Jay opens the door into a quiet back alley that could belong to any city - the lingering scent of garbage and the miss-matched colours where graffiti has been washed off or painted over. In the mid-afternoon chill of early spring, he takes Emcee's hand and leads him out into the street, pocketing the key. The sunlight is thin but warm and picks out the green swell of buds in the branches. The tree lined avenue is quiet this time of day. Not lacking in people but without rush, a lazy Saturday afternoon.

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[runningred]

"Mostly, yeah." He nods. "I suspect Alice and Jared want... to confide in you. To tell you more about themselves." He leans his head back against the wall. "They've come from a bad situation too and think, I hope you'll be able to help each other here."

He rubs his face and puts the bottle down, away from himself. "I know I've fucked this up royally and I'm so incredibly sorry but please, don't give up in this because of me."

[i_am_your_host]

Leaning forward with his elbows on his knees, he picks his head up out of his hands and laces his fingers at his chin. He stares at the Berlin skyline. Not recognizing it, but wanting to. He so very much wants to see this as home.

"I don't know what to say," he murmurs, still staring straight ahead. He sighs.

"I am just-- completely overwhelmed by the idea. Overwhelmed and flattered, quite honestly, that you would think I was capable of running a place like Wonderland. I'm not certain that I am. The thought terrifies me, actually. ...Thank you, though."

A slight pause. "I did tell Jared that I would come back to talk to him and Alice."

[runningred]

"I've dropped a lot on you all at once. I'm sorry."

He sighs, staring out at the city too. "If you need to go back to the Bar, I understand. If you take something out of the wallet, it should act as a key to let you back in when you want to, without claiming the key to the apartment."

"I'll give you some space." He pushes his white forelock back. "I should go back to London. I have things I need to finish there."

[i_am_your_host]

Emcee is silent.

He then glances at Jay when he says that he should go back to London. He thought they would be going back to Milliways together. He doesn't want them to part like this.

And then the words rise up in his throat with an urgent need to be said.

"I'm not saying that I couldn't get used to the idea."

Of working here. Of being a part of that team. That family.

Another pause.

"I mean-- it was a nice surprise."

He gives him a sidelong look.

"Shitty execution, but a nice surprise for what it was."

[runningred]

Jay chuckles darkly. "Great idea, fucked up royally. Story of my life."

"I hope you do, get to look the idea, I mean. They're good people and you're- you deserve to be somewhere safe and accepting."

[i_am_your_host]

His lips twitch in a small, brief smile.

He sighs. "I still have a lot to do before I reach that point. But I'll try to get there."

He doesn't know how yet, but he'll figure it out once he has a clear view of what he wants.

After a moment, he gets up and walks over to where Jay is sitting, and nudges his hip with his foot.

"Get up, you silly boy."

[runningred]

Jay gets to his feet, lacking his usual grace a bit. He stands there, a little awkward as he stifles a yawn. It's been a long night but he's trying not to let it show.

[i_am_your_host]

Emcee lets him finish his yawn before cupping his face in his hands and pulling him in close to kiss him.

[runningred]

Jay returns the kiss, soft and loving. "Thank you." He whispers, eyes still red.

"Gods, I really need a shower."

[i_am_your_host]

"Thank you."

He rests a hand over Jay's heart for a moment, and lightly pats his chest. Stepping back, he covers his own yawn.

"You and me both. But I think I'll go back to Milliways for that. Shower, food, and then sleep for the next sixteen hours straight."

[runningred]

"Do you mind if I hang here a little? There's a few things I need to finish up before I head back to the bar. Shouldn't take me more than a couple of hours. London can wait but I do need to sign off on some paperwork for the twins."

[i_am_your_host]

It sounds strange for Jay to ask him that.

"Oh-- no, of course not, go right ahead," he says. "And I mean-- well, feel free to keep using this apartment if you need to, until I-- until I'm ready."

[runningred]

"Thanks. I'll get my own place when you're ready to move in. There are a few other empty apartments in the building."

He's about to say something else but there's a knock at the door and he growls, annoyed. "I get that. I have a feeling I know who it is."

[i_am_your_host]

"Oh, we'll be neighbors," he says brightening.

But then there's a knock at the door, and he frowns, wondering who it could possibly be.

"Should I stay out of the way, or...?"

[runningred]

Jay hesitates before answering. "No, it should be okay. Just something I need to deal with."

He answers the door, unsuprised to find the page boy from last night, sans costume and wig and clearly drunk, leaning on the wall.

"Sebastian." Jay acknowledges. "I though I made my wished very clear last night." His voice is hard, a command voice.

"I just wanted-" the youth protests but Jay cuts him off, a hard hand on his chest, pinning him against the wall.

"I know exactly what you wanted. And you will get it. But on my terms." His hand slips higher, cradling the base of the boy's throat in subtle treat. "Is that understood?"

The youth's chest heaves, his breath coming quickly. "Yes, sir."

[i_am_your_host]

Emcee follows Jay into the main living space but hangs back around the kitchen. However, he is surprised to see the page boy. And his eyes widen when he sees how he's treating him.

He comes out from around the kitchen counter.

"Jay, what are you doing?"

[runningred]

Jay doesn't look back at Emcee, nor does his posture relax at all. "Making arrangements for the farewell Sebastian here begged me for last night." His hand tightens minutely, Sebastian's eyes rolling a little.

Once he's closer Emcee will be able to see that the young man is flushed and very hard.

"However I made I very clear that I would find him when the time was appropriate. Did I not?"

"Yes, sir." Sebastian chokes.

[i_am_your_host]

Emcee is about to tell Jay to let him go, but then he notices-- well. He arches an eyebrow at the boy, and crosses his arms.

"I see..."

He's not getting involved.

"Poor form, Sebastian. You should have waited."

Or maybe he knew he was going to get worked over. In any case, Emcee turns around and drifts back toward the kitchen.

[runningred]

Sebastian mumbles an apology which Jay makes him repeat louder. Jay leans in to whisper in the boy's ear, causing him to whimper before throwing him out bodily and closing the door.

It takes a moment for Jay to drop the command posture and relax again. "Sorry about that. I really wasn't expecting him to come up here like that. The party was his last night at Wonderland. He got a scholarship to a really good art school in Paris." You can tell Jay's proud.

[i_am_your_host]

Emcee is examining the contents of the wallet Jay gave him, shuffling through the various cards.

"Oh, was it?" he says, eyebrows raised. "Well, good for him. There was a moment there where I was going to call you off."

[runningred]

"You thought I was going to hurt him?" Jay asks, frowning. "You know I would never do that without a very good reason, right?"

[i_am_your_host]

He smirks a little and waves a hand, shaking his head.

"No, of course not. Just that the boy was drunk and I thought you were only giving him a scare or something, that's all."

Picking a business card (a local dry cleaner's) out of the wallet, he slips it into his back trouser pocket. And then he sort of hesitates about the rest. Especially the money.

[runningred]

"Sebastian doesn't scare easily. That's what worries me about him." Jay mutters darkly, fetching a laptop from the spare room and booting it up. "I'm just glad there are no vampires here. 30 seconds in a room with Eric and Sebastian would be a stain in the carpet."

[i_am_your_host]

"Jesus," he says in a low, half-snicker. "At least some sense of self-preservation can be a good thing."

Finally, Emcee decides on taking the money with him, but not the credit or bank cards.

"If I exchange this at the bar for 1934 Marks, I would be fucking rich."

[runningred]

"Had to hand him over to Alice to teach him that. When I found him, he was a politician's party favour in Rome. Strung out and beaten half dead." Jay confirms, scrolling through his paperwork from Alice.

Jay pauses, trying to do the calculations in his head. "More or less, yeah. There's plenty more on the cards if you need it."