Clu smiled for 'our apartment', his code brother picking up the thread of hope he'd offered and subtly testing its strength. "'Ours' huh?", he said, his tone amused, though not rejecting the idea. "You might change your tune if you knew what my quarters looked like on a typical microcycle." He had been made when Flynn had been in full on bachelor-pad mode, living off takeout and cheap coffee, working until three AM in a wrinkled robe, and eating cold pizza for breakfast at one in the afternoon; it very much showed in how his quarters were typically organized. Or not organized, depending on your perspective. "But provided you can deal with the dose of organized chaos I bring to the party, I could get behind the idea."
Did he want more? He wasn't entirely sure. It'd be something they'd need to discuss when both of them were sober before any real changes were made. But now that the offer was out there for him to consider... he found it interesting, if nothing else. He'd never roomed with anyone else before, and had seldom shared sleeping space with anyone but Bit. What might it be like to take the alliance, and friendship, with his code brother in what for both of them was a new and untested direction? Once things had settled, he was game to find out.
In the present, he allowed the admin to look at his circuits for as long as hi liked. The old systems had favored intricate, narrow patterns, while the Grid favored bolder, thicker circuit lines in simpler arrangements. It proved an interesting contrast, and another graphical shift that he'd privately wondered about. That much had to have been Flynn's idea, and he'd like to know what had prompted it.
Being called 'beautiful' though? That was a new one. His smile broadened, not fading as his scars were mentioned. "At the time they happened, they definitely hurt,", he said. "But now, no. I could probably get rid of them if I was vain enough, but each one of them has a story attached. And I'd rather have the stories than a pristine render."
"So you can touch, if you like." He moved right up against the bed, the circuits on his calves contacting those on his code-brothers as he straddled him while remaining standing. Already touching and eminently touchable. And able to touch in return. He combed the fingers of one hand through the admin's usually (perfectly) neat hair, down the side of his neck to linger on the circular node near his collarbone. His fingers traced the ring, a deliberate tease, judging by the hint of mischief that lit his eyes and turned his smile into a true hacker's grin. "We're going to be doing a lot more touching in a nano anyway."
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Did he want more? He wasn't entirely sure. It'd be something they'd need to discuss when both of them were sober before any real changes were made. But now that the offer was out there for him to consider... he found it interesting, if nothing else. He'd never roomed with anyone else before, and had seldom shared sleeping space with anyone but Bit. What might it be like to take the alliance, and friendship, with his code brother in what for both of them was a new and untested direction? Once things had settled, he was game to find out.
In the present, he allowed the admin to look at his circuits for as long as hi liked. The old systems had favored intricate, narrow patterns, while the Grid favored bolder, thicker circuit lines in simpler arrangements. It proved an interesting contrast, and another graphical shift that he'd privately wondered about. That much had to have been Flynn's idea, and he'd like to know what had prompted it.
Being called 'beautiful' though? That was a new one. His smile broadened, not fading as his scars were mentioned. "At the time they happened, they definitely hurt,", he said. "But now, no. I could probably get rid of them if I was vain enough, but each one of them has a story attached. And I'd rather have the stories than a pristine render."
"So you can touch, if you like." He moved right up against the bed, the circuits on his calves contacting those on his code-brothers as he straddled him while remaining standing. Already touching and eminently touchable. And able to touch in return. He combed the fingers of one hand through the admin's usually (perfectly) neat hair, down the side of his neck to linger on the circular node near his collarbone. His fingers traced the ring, a deliberate tease, judging by the hint of mischief that lit his eyes and turned his smile into a true hacker's grin. "We're going to be doing a lot more touching in a nano anyway."