Gabe can be incredibly persuasive, sometimes. Even when he really doesn't mean to. For example, he really didn't mean it (or at least, he thinks he didn't) when he said if Ian can't get a girl to kiss him, and if he can't get a girl, they should just kiss each other. Of course, knowing that he indirectly made him do that, just made the whole thing more awkward.

"...shit. Sorry, er, Ian... I didn't, uh, r- realize what I was saying, y'know? Let's just forget about it? " He wasn't even trying then, and it didn't work, so maybe he actually was trying before? But why would he want Ian to kiss him, I mean, he's pretty sure that Ian wasn't interested and... well, Ian probably could've resisted it, since he would've been able to see... it coming, right?

"No man, it's fine, I... you know I saw it coming." Okay, so he did see it coming. Right. Gabe needs a second to think. He's about to ask why he didn't... but Ian beats him to the punch. "You... you seemed like you wanted it so I decided to... I don't know, go with it."

"...r- really? " Gabe tries to sit up in his chair. Ian copies the movement and sits up on the bed.

"Yeah. I- I don't know man... you think C.J. is rubbing off on me? " They both laugh, awkwardly at first, but then it seems they both got the mental images of Ian wearing a long brown wig, and they both crack up, Gabe falling out his seat, holding on to Ian like he's the only stable thing in the room. In fact, he's the least stable thing in the room, but he works just as well. Unfortunately, the contact seems to make everything more awkward. Gabe looks up at the blonde, then away.

"Did... er... did you, y'know... like it?"

"Hm? "

"The… the kiss."

"...I, I guess so. I mean, it wasn't my first so... 's nothing special. You? "

"…"

"What?"

Gabe turns away, probably turning a lovely shade of pink, because he thinks it might have been his first kiss, that other time didn't really count, and he was a little concerned that it was with a guy he met just a few days ago. He wonders if he should ask Ian whether he really considered that last fact. He probably didn't, despite Ian's special power being foresight, he certainly doesn't think before he acts. And even if he did, he probably wouldn't care, either way.

"C'mon, that wasn't your first kiss, was it? "

"Well, to be honest, I'm not quite sure."

"You're not quite sure. Right."

"Well, I kind of fainted, I think?"

"…you think?"

"It was very distressing! I just got close to him and... er... yeah. I fainted." Gabe feels like he's just humoring Ian. He has a small urge to stop talking and go down to the lobby and grab a soda and just get away from the blonde, but it's hard to stop the conversation. The small silence between him ending it, and him leaving, is enough to make him dizzy. It's hard when things aren't perfect.

"Gabe... can I kiss you again? " Kiss. Again. Ian. Gabe thinks he might nearly explode, now, because he was flustered enough with Ian being very, very inconsiderate and continuing to talk about something he asked him to forget.

"Well, if you think about it, I kind of kissed you, well, ordered you to- - persuad- - I mean, I, er- - - mm! Okay. Okay. I'll be quiet."

Gabe decides that this time, it really was Ian that kissed him.

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