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Poison isn't sure if he's hung over or what, but he spent half the morning after the Pride events feeling kind of groggy and a little dazed. After finally untangling himself from Jack he stumbles into the bathroom. He emerges again in a pair of his pajama pants - beige with black bears on them - and t-shirt that's too big for him. Probably Jack's. He's pretty sure he still has glitter in his hair despite his shower.

He makes a little noise, kind of pitiful, and then realizes he hasn't seen Sunny since yesterday. He goes to knock - gently - on her bedroom door.

"Sunny Girl, you here?"

He tries not to be too loud - he thinks it's only fair that he let Jack sleep.

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Poison blushes. "Well you asked," he says a bit helplessly. "And maybe you decide you never want to go that far, which is totally fine. Just saying, it's-- I mean it's who I am." He shrugs, not sure what else to say.

"It is really nice, though. I hope I get to meet him when you're feeling it. I mean, I know it's a big step, introducing someone to your uhm. Your parent."

"I do want him to meet you, though. I'm just...figuring out how I feel about him first, before I bring him around here." She looks at him, head tilted. She kind of likes that they can talk like this. "Do you...Is that who you are with Jack?"

"Do you really-- I mean. How much do you wanna know?" Poison's eyebrows pull together and he cradles his coffee close, watching her closely. He wants to be honest with her, to kind of let her know what he has experience with in case she ever has questions, but. He's also not sure how much he should tell her about his sex life, since they walk a weird line between a parent-child relationship and a friendship.

Girl finishes her food and puts the plate aside, reaching for her own coffee, lifting it to cradle it against her chest. She considers the question for a moment, her eyebrows drawing together.

"How much do you want to tell me?"

Poison laughs. "I mean, I don't want to traumatize you. You don't need to think about me having sex. With anyone." He blushes. "Even if Ghoul insisted about walking around naked sometimes so you wouldn't feel weird about bodies."

He rolls his eyes at the memory, but he's got a fond look on his face.

"I'm just.. trying to tell you that I have vast and encompassing experience, even if I'm not that much older than you right now, and if you-- there's nothing too weird or too gross to ask me, if you need advice or information or... whatever. I've probably already done it."

"I'm an adult, P. I can cope with the idea of you having sex," she says, rolling her eyes. She grins at him. "But, you know, you don't have to tell me anything you don't want to." She laughs a little. "Did he? I don't remember that?"

"He was the fucking worst." He shakes his head, smiling. "He kept saying my insistence on clothes was gonna give you a complex. I didn't do it because I was ashamed of anyone's body, I did it because I didn't want to be surprised by dracs while I'm naked."

He laughs a bit. God he still missed him so much. Jack isn't Ghoul, just like Ghoul could never be Jack. He loves him, and it scares him.

She huffs a laugh, leaning her head against his shoulder.

"You make it sound like you could never get him into pants."

"I mean, there were seriously some days when it was a struggle." He laughs, then shakes his head. "I think he did it just to mess with me most of the time."

God, he feels an ache that he's managed to hold off for a long time. He tries not to think of Ghoul too hard.

"Uhm, anyway, I've insisted on clothes all around for your sake and Jack's." Since Sunny is happy without pants (Poison can't blame her) and Jack walks around his own apartment naked sometimes.

She huffs a laugh and nods, taking a sip of her coffee. "Yeah. Thank you. For that." She grins. "He's a virgin. I told you that, right? It...kind of freaks me out a tiny bit when I think about it."

"Yeah, freaked me out when Jack told me he was one, too." He turns his mug in his hands, fidgeting. "It's-- I mean, it is and it isn't a big deal, y'know? I mean, it just means he hasn't done it before, the value or lack of value placed in it is totally arbitrary."

He shrugs one shoulder.

"But it also kinda makes you feel like you're under pressure, huh? To do it right, whatever that means."

"Yeah, exactly. I just don't want to fuck anything up, you know?" She glances up at him again, eyebrows raised. "Jack was one? Seriously? But he..."

She's not entirely sure how that sentence is supposed to end.

"He's hot?"

He giggled, because Sunny might hit him but he'd been kind of shocked Jack was a virgin too. He just-- who wouldn't want him? Of course, being wanted doesn't equate to wanting to have sex, but. Still. Now that he intimately knows Jack's libido, he's impressed.

She does him him, her curled fist against his chest, but then she rolls her eyes and grins too.

"He is pretty hot," she concedes. "I can't believe nobody got to him before you."

Poison laughs, and he blushes. "Seriously though." He wets his lips. "At least you're... I mean at least you and Carson are pretty much the same age, right?"

"Yeah, we are," says Girl, nodding, twisting a girl of hair around her finger. She shoots him a sly look, a smirk. "Both of us are older than Jack."

Poison's face actually gets hot - a real, full blush. He looks down, staring at his coffee. "Yeah, I-- don't remind me," he mumbles.

"Sometimes I feel like he's making a mistake, being with me."

Girl's got her mouth open to tease him some more, but then he blushes like that and says that and both of her eyebrows raise.

"Why the hell would you think that?"

He shrugs helplessly. "He's... I'm like, six years older than him." When he says it like that, the gap sounds huge. Hearing seventeen and twenty-three didn't have the same kind of impact. Maybe it wouldn't matter as much if they were both older, but they aren't.

Poison twists his mug, still staring at it.

"Sometimes I feel like-- like he deserves to have a lot more experience before settling down with someone. I mean, I'm the only person he's ever been with." Except the blow job from Sienna and the almost-feelings for Beca.

"That's bullshit," says Girl, rolling her eyes at him and shaking her head. "That's...you're assuming that because he's young, he doesn't know his own mind. Like he doesn't know what he wants. I've seen the way he looks around you, Poison. Like there's nobody else in the world but you."

"There's also something to be said for exploring. I'm not saying he doesn't know what he wants, just--" Poison frowns. Is that what he's saying? "Just-- what does he have to compare this experience to?"

"Why does he need something to compare it to, Poison?" asks Girl, her eyebrows still raised. "Why can't you just be it? How much did you have to compare Ghoul to?" She shrugs. "Poor example, maybe. But how much did Ghoul have to compare you to? He was only a kid."

"He was only a kid, but he wasn't a virgin either. And we-- I mean we were with other people, sometimes." Usually in a threesome or something, if they both wanted it. And maybe that's different, but it's also--

He sighs.

"He's so different from what I'm used to," he says quietly. "And I'm worried that there's something about me that's gonna fuck him up, and he won't have any other experience to fall back on."

Which is maybe bullshit, too. Because he also knows that Jack has friends to talk to. But is it the same?

"I think you worry too much." She reaches out, tousling his red hair fondly. "I think he wants to be with you. I think I've never seen anyone that in love with someone. And I think that's all you need to know, P. I think that's the only thing that matters."

"Probably," he admits. He gives her a smile. Poison moves so he can hug her. "I totally shouldn't talk about this stuff with you," he says with a little laugh. "You're my kid. You're supposed to be coming to me with all your insecurities."