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Lucas continues to drag Liam until the door gets kicked shut behind them. It unfortunately looks like they've walked into one of the rooms at his local shelter, but there's a creaking spring bed, so it suits the purpose. If they even make it to the bed. He just drops Liam on the ground once they've reached the middle of the room and starts pacing in front of him, trying to work up some of his old anger. In a moment, maybe he'll remember Liam is there.

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Liam frowns, flipping through his wallet. "What's that in American dollars?"

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Math. Lucas stares for a moment. "... I believe a day would be one hundred."

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"Okay."

Liam flicks through his wallet, packed full of twenties. That's what you get for constantly being paid under the table. He carefully counts out four hundred dollars and holds it out.

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Lucas stares again, this time at the money for a moment, but he takes it. He can't afford not to take it.

"You are being kind."

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Liam laughs softly, slipping his wallet back into his pocket. "Yeah. It's almost as much as my virginity cost."

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He crumples the bills in his fist and pulls them close to him. They're comforting.

"And you still wish to be 'friends'."

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Liam manages to pick himself up off the floor, tugging his shirt over his head.

"Yes. Please?"

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"I do not have an objection."

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He smiles brightly, as if he hadn't just been sobbing on the floor a moment ago. "Okay!"

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"... You are odd." He lifts one knee toward his chest.

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He blushes, moving over to sit against the wall with Lucas. "Yeah, guess so."

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"It is not a bad thing." Lucas pulls his crumpled and dirty package of cigarettes out of his pocket and slides one free.

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Liam giggles, letting his eyes drift shut as he leans his head against the wall. "I guess I just assume everything people say about me is bad."

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"That is dangerous." He uses a cheap plastic lighter with a picture of a mountain on it to light his cigarette and then puts the pack and lighter back into his pocket, shifting to fit them into his pants. He pulls the cigarette away and breathes out smoke. "What is bad for one is good for another."

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Liam leans closer without even realizing, drawn to the smell of cigarette smoke. He always liked the smell, even if he didn't smoke himself. "'Cause it's usually bad, though. Even if someone says I'm hot, it's really only 'cause they wanna fuck me."

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He frowns at Liam. "That is because voicing such a thing is generally taken as invitation."

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"Yeah, I know." Liam shrugs, leaning against Lucas's shoulder.

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He exhales again, looking down at Liam curiously. "Your attractive qualities exist outside of sexual attempts."

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Liam laughs a little, flatly. "Yeah, right."

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"You could not effectively do the work you choose to do if others did not find you attractive."

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"I don't want to just be 'Oh, I'd hit that' kind of hot."

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"I did not realize there were kinds."

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"There are." He doesn't know why he's talking about this, he's sure Lucas doesn't care, but he murmurs anyway, "I just want to be called beautiful. Just once. Not sexy or hot or anything."

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Lucas flicks ash from his cigarette and looks at Liam blankly.

"Would it make you feel uncomfortable if I said it?"

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"Depends." Liam looks down at his nails, scratching at the chipped blue polish. "Depends on if you meant it, or you just wanted to be nice."