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[ Daryl stops when Jesse grabs his shirt but the look he gives him is more shocked than angry. People don't just grab him like that. Or, he should say, people that aren't Rick don't just grab him like that, and to be fair, Rick always had a reason (and usually that reason was Daryl punching or trying to punch someone to death). His jaw sets hard and he looks between Jesse and the screen, the fingers of one of his hands fidgeting awkwardly. ]

Don't look hilarious to me.

[ He doesn't want to say what it does look like to him but just as he's stumbling around for what to say or do next, he catches that look on Jesse's face. He's seen it before and it keeps him rooted to the spot, even as he refuses to look back at the porno. He can't shut out the moaning, wet sounds of it and those are bad enough.

Besides, he doesn't want Jesse to see him watching it. That would be too weird, he thinks. He doesn't know why. ]

You're eatin' and watchin' that?

[ Sometimes ignorance is bliss. Jesse hadn't even hesitated before he'd reached out to grab Daryl, totally unaware that he was taking his life in his hands. Daryl looks uncomfortable but doesn't jerk away, and so Jesse keeps a hand tangled in his shirt, still looking up at him and silently begging him to relax and sit down next to him. ]

Uh, the freakin' Little Mermaid's givin' a dude a BJ. You don't think that's funny?

[ He gives Daryl a break from his best puppy dog eyes long enough to glance down at his popcorn in confusion, then looks back up and shrugs, his expression the picture of innocence. ]

What? This is like, the first food they got right. It tastes just like the movie theatre stuff.

[ Daryl doesn't move, doesn't sit down, but neither does he knock Jesse's hand away when he continues to hold on to him. He can tell that Jesse is just joking around but Daryl is stiff as rigor mortise, clearly not sharing the sentiment. ]

I don't think anyone doin' that kinda shit on camera is funny.

[ Or people sitting around to watch it, least of all in public. He knows he sounds like a damn prude but he doesn't care. Maybe it's because it's been on his mind since reading about the casting call the prison is holding for what he assumes is much of the same, but Daryl can't help it. This place loves to take advantage of them and the idea of getting sucked into something like that terrifies him.

And if it's happening just down a few hallways in another part of the prison, there's no reason to think that won't happen. Nothing can be trusted here. ]

So? I ain't been in a theatre since the 80's.

[ Which should maybe make him want to sit down and hang out all the more, but Daryl just looks uncomfortable. He was never good at just sitting around and watching television. He's too active a person. ]

You what?

[ It's a little too loud - loud enough to draw some grumbles from a few of the other patrons, not that anyone's paying that much attention to the movie. Most of them are either laughing at it like Jesse had been or ignoring it altogether to chat with their friends instead, though one or two scattered couples had taken inspiration from the action onscreen to put on a little show of their own.

Jesse winces, raising a hand in apology before turning back to Daryl, voice lowered but just as determined. ]

Yo, you gotta sit down, then. C'mon. At least try the popcorn. It's fuckin' amazing. This shit they pump on it, it's what butter wishes it could be.

[ And he's scooting over to make room for Daryl to sit next to him, not taking no for an answer, already holding out his giant popcorn bucket expectantly. ]

[ Way not to draw even more attention and make Daryl even more uncomfortable, Jesse! Daryl flinches when the kid raises his voice because he couldn't be more disturbed having attention drawn to him in a place like this, in a moment like this, and if getting everyone to look away from him means sitting down quickly and getting out of their sight, then fuck, Daryl ducks his head and does so.

He lands in the seat beside Jesse like he's trying to slump out of existence and he makes a point of snatching the bucket of popcorn from him while never looking directly at the screen. Jesse seems like he's okay - he's watching fucking porn without giving in to any apparent urges, anyway - so that must mean that the food is okay (hah). Daryl shoves a caveman handful into his mouth and chews noisily, shrugging at the notion that it's fucking amazing. It's better than the shit food they serve the prisoners here, but only because it's familiar. Only because there's a real touch of home.

It does taste like a movie theatre, he has to admit. He hasn't forgotten that detail of his childhood after all. ]

I still don't know how you're eatin' and watchin' this.

[ When he glances up at the screen again the mermaid is still blowing the guy, but now she's doing so while underwater. Daryl actually snorts, but just as quickly he suppresses his smile. ]

Ridiculous.

[ Jesse grins, delighted that Daryl had both sat down and sampled the popcorn, still completely unashamed by what's happening on screen. It's not like he hasn't done the same shit with half a dozen people here, sometimes in public. Including Daryl himself. What's there to be embarrassed about?

But when Daryl finally deigns to look at the screen and Jesse catches that hint of a smile, his own smile only grows. ]

Course it's ridiculous. That's the point.

[ There's definitely something more funny than erotic about watching an actress in full-blown mermaid costume swallowing a guy down while trying not to drown in the process. But even so, Jesse shrugs thoughtfully as he turns his attention back to the screen. ]

You can still sometimes get some good ideas outta it, though. Y'know?

[ Daryl doesn't know why ridiculous would be the point when it came to anything to do with sex, but just as he's considering saying so, Jesse brings up something he somehow (insanely, he'll think in retrospect) hadn't thought about before: the possibility that he could learn something from the movie.

He chews a little slower, scowling at the screen in a way that shows he's thinking. ]

The hell kinda ideas am I supposed to get outta this?

[ He sounds more than doubtful but he's already considering it. He's learning nothing at the moment that could (or should) be put into practice as far as he's concerned. Nothing that he wants to do, anyway. Not from either end.

But maybe something else will eventually come up. Something useful. He can only roll his eyes and halfway hope. But what the hell is he supposed to learn from a guy fucking a mermaid? ]

That people wanna get half-drowned when they go down on you?

Y'know. Ideas.

[ He grabs a fistful of popcorn from the bucket they're now sharing, munching happily away rather than offer anything more illuminating than that. Sorry, Daryl. But when Daryl scornfully mentions drowning, Jesse just shrugs. ]

I dunno, maybe. Choking's like, a thing for some people, y'know?

[ He never would've described it as his thing. But even as he says it, he can't help but flash back to that moment in the sauna, when he'd been down on his knees with Daryl's cock stuffed deep down his throat, desperate for air but unable to get it with the way Daryl had reached down to hold his head in place, fucking his face like Jesse was just a thing to be used. He glances briefly over at Daryl, almost shy, cheeks burning just a little as his gaze falls on Daryl's lips and then flicks up to meet his eyes. The corner of his lips twist up in a small, knowing smile before he turns away again, looking straight ahead back at the screen. ]

There's worse shit.

Edited 2022-08-02 04:59 (UTC)

[ That point is actually a good one and it's all it takes for Daryl to clam up a little and go quiet again. Yeah, he remembers their collision in the sauna as well but he has't yet made the connection that Jesse might have actually liked choking on his dick like that. So far he's just considered it a consequence of the act, not the feature of it.

But Nebula had been more than specific with him when they'd both been hit by the pollenating plants in the field. And that hadn't been ambiguous at all. ]

Yeah. I know.

[ His answer comes out a little tight and Daryl worries his lip unconsciously while he tries to keep his eyes on the screen. Then he can feel Jesse looking at him and when he finally glances back at the kid, Daryl looks a little contrite. He doesn't mean to be a total pill all the time but that slight smile from Jesse is just too much. He looks away again just in time for the mermaid to breach the water so the guy can come on her face. ]

What's worse than chokin'?

[ He knows? The way Daryl says it has Jesse glancing quickly over at him, curious. He doesn't push, though. They've all done a lot since they got here, not all of it by choice. Not all of it shit people are eager to talk about, necessarily.

So he just nods and doesn't ask. But he's not expecting Daryl's own question, and he looks surprised, caught off guard, and then hesitant. There's definitely worse shit than choking a little in bed. It's not like he'd actually thought anything was gonna happen to him. But he thinks maybe 'choking for real' isn't what Daryl meant.

He shrugs his shoulders, glancing down and fiddling with a loose thread on his sleeve. ]

I guess...bein' with someone who wouldn't listen to what you wanted?

Or like...I dunno. [ He shrugs again, still not meeting Daryl's eyes. ] Just...someone who doesn't care about you. Who's only in it for themselves.

[ He catches that glance but Daryl does his best to ignore it, even if he swallows a little harder than normal. Jesse doesn't ask and he's reminded again what he likes about the kid - that despite the fact that he can almost feel the question burning out of him, he felt that twitch of curiosity, Jesse doesn't ask. He doesn't force Daryl not to tell him.

But those weren't really the lines Daryl was thinking down, the way Jesse puts it. Those fears are there too, but Daryl at least understands them. ]

Nah, I meant... [ He shrugs, passing Jesse back the popcorn and trying not to wilt just from talking about it. ] Weird shit. Y'know, that people ask for.

[ Ask for, he'd said, revealing himself a little on that one. But he also doesn't like how Jesse is suddenly fidgeting and not looking up and Daryl looks at him, running what he'd just said over in his head again. ]

...Any of that shit happened to you? [ Here or elsewhere, he realizes he's asking. ]

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Oh.

[ Weird shit. Jesse stills, biting his lip. This conversation's getting super real, especially for what was supposed to be bullshitting while eating popcorn and watching dumb porn. ]

There's...some stuff on my sentence, I guess.

[ He says it quietly, almost too low to hear. Again, not something he really feels like going into detail about right here, with a bunch of other people in the room. Even if no one seems to be paying much attention.

But when Daryl asks if the shit he'd been talking about had happened to him, he shakes his head, firmly enough to be reassuring, he hopes. ]

Nah, man. I mean, not like, bad, or anything.

[ Not like he might be imagining. And he doesn't want Daryl to worry about that, to have another reason to feel like Jesse somehow needs his protection. ]

Just sucks when you hook up with someone an' then realize they're an asshole, y'know?

[ Too late, he realizes that maybe Daryl doesn't know. He clears his throat, sitting up in his chair. Suddenly he's sick of this place, sitting in these dumb chairs, watching this dumb fakeass porn. ]

Hey, you wanna get outta here?

[ Those fucking sentences. Daryl's expression darkens just at the mention of them because yeah, he has some messed up stuff on his as well, not to mention the words he doesn't even know the meanings of... and which he can't just ask around about. But 'not like, bad, or anything'? There's that, at least. Some small luck. Daryl has had some strange encounters, to say the least, and while he doesn't trust Wade as far as he can throw him, nothing bad had happened after any of those disasters. Not exactly.

But realizing someone is an asshole after the fact? That gets a suddenly unguarded look from Daryl because wants to know more - but would never ask. Had Jesse felt that rug get tugged out from under him while trapped here? That sucks, but just as Daryl is trying to figure out a way to say so, Jesse grants Daryl's deepest wish and he nods the moment the question is finished being asked. ]

Course I do.

[ He doesn't need to be asked twice and Daryl hefts himself out of the chair and then immediately reaches down rather amiably to offer Jesse a hand getting up. The kid certainly doesn't need it, Daryl just finds himself wanting to show his appreciation for Jesse finally making the suggestion.

But... ]

Hey. You okay?

[ Whoops. The relief on Daryl's face is immediate and obvious, and Jesse immediately feels guilty. He probably should've asked earlier. Right away, maybe. It had been prety clear Daryl wasn't comfortable here from the beginning.

But there's nothing to do about it now but just go, so he does, accepting Daryl's hand up with a quick, grateful smile. He even gives his hand a little squeeze of thanks as he lets Daryl help pull him up.

At his question, though, Jesse just blinks in confusion. ]

Huh? Yeah, I'm good.

[ Sure, the conversation had gotten a little heavy for a minue there...but he's fine. Really. He narrows his eyes, giving Daryl a little concerned look of his own. ]

Are you okay?

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