[Semi-Closed Post] the 'how are you's

[lanselos_du_lac]

It's a couple of days before Lancelot is feeling well enough, and before Susan is willing to let him out of her sight. He is still tired -- the incident with Magnus was surprisingly taxing, given the chill and the fever -- and he looks it.

He is dressed in a pair of jeans and a sweater, and he convinces Susan that he's feeling well enough, he needs to check on Magnus. In truth, he still feels on the mend, but giving into the urge to keep sleeping for another day or two would feel wrong.

So he ventures out, first to get coffee and then to seek Magnus. He decides to forego drills today, as he doesn't suppose he has the strength. He isn't entirely sure where to find Magnus, but he heads instinctively for the greenhouse, since that's where he left him. (Lancelot knows he might well find him elsewhere, but this is a good starting point.)

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[lanselos_du_lac]

Lancelot frowns a little as he catches it and tosses it back at Magnus. He's flushed, of course, but his tone is light enough as he answers, "We are courting one another. Why do you ask?"

[summerdude]

"Dude, you didn't tell me you were bisexual," Magnus says, like they've had the sort of relationship to date where Lancelot would tell him about the nature of his affections. He catches the tomato easily and throws it back, then gives Galahad a big thumbs up.

[onthewillowsthere]

"What do you like about him?"

[lanselos_du_lac]

This time he catches it and keeps it. He has earned it.

He holds up a hand to Galahad as he's saying to Magnus, "Why would I tell you-- wait. Explain bisexual."

[summerdude]

"Into more than one gender," Magnus says, promptly. Is he growing another tomato now? Maybe.

[onthewillowsthere]

Galahad also hates being asked more than one question at once, so he keeps his mouth shut.

[lanselos_du_lac]

Lancelot considers this, then nods, "Aye. That is so. Very well-- why would I have told you that?"

[summerdude]

"Well, why wouldn't you?" Magnus, the ever eminently reasonable, asks. After all, he did ask Lancelot about sex that one time. Accidentally.

[onthewillowsthere]

They might be at this a while. He flips the page so he can start a new sketch.

[lanselos_du_lac]

"There was no need to tell you."

[summerdude]

"No, you just told me you only had experience with women," Magnus says, pointedly. Does Lancelot have internalized biphobia, too, like the time just two days ago that Magnus (bisexual, technically) forgot that bisexual people (Lancelot) exist?

[onthewillowsthere]

"He hasn't had sex with a man," Galahad says helpfully, because that's the kind of distinction he would make.

[lanselos_du_lac]

Lancelot's jaw sets for a moment, and that flush is still there. But nothing about this is secret, even if it is personal.

"That's correct," he says. "I understood you to be asking about my understanding, gained through experience. Not about... attraction."

[summerdude]

"I guess," Magnus allows. A part of him wants to hold out a hand for a fist-bump and say welcome to the club but, like, Lancelot is holding a bunch of tomatoes for some reason, and it feels kind of silly to do it, so he doesn't.

[onthewillowsthere]

Galahad is sketching Lancelot with all his tomatoes now. "What do you like about Laertes?"

[lanselos_du_lac]

"There is much to like about Laertes," his expression lightening as his thoughts shift. "He is an excellent bladesman. He has many interests, and much enthusiasm. He sees the good in people. He wants to contribute. He is, also, very handsome."

[summerdude]

Obviously all of these things are true about Laertes. Magnus doesn't get why acknowledging them would lead to Lancelot developing feeling, unless...

Nah, surely not. Right?

Magnus grows another few tomatoes with one burst of power. Galahad is good at questions, he can ask more.

[onthewillowsthere]

Galahad nods: these are mostly things he's also observed about Laertes. "Have you kissed him yet?"

[lanselos_du_lac]

"Yes," simply.

[summerdude]

Magnus looks up. "Where are you on Georgia's Snogging Scale?"

[onthewillowsthere]

"What's Georgia's snogging scale?"

[lanselos_du_lac]

"Excellent question," dryly.

[summerdude]

"Oh, it's genius," Magnus tells Galahad. "Let me try to remember. The first two aren't even kissing, they're just, like kinds of cuddling I think." He doesn't need to remember, Lancelot has already kissed Laertes. "Then three is a good night kiss and four is a kiss for three or more minutes without a breath, though Georgia did say a kiss to save a life, like for example when you're freezing to death and you don't want to die without trying it and then it gives you enough warmth to make it to Skadi's ice castle, um, just for example, is still only a three, so it's not about, like, implications, just duration. I think maybe five is french kissing and six is, like, um," he frowns. "Hickies? And then there's above the belt around people, for some reason, and then above the belt not around people, for some other reason? I think, um." What did Georgia say? "The whisper of tensionosity. In the air. Or... I don't know. And nine is, like, uh, below the belt. Ten is sex." He's definitely forgetting something.

[onthewillowsthere]

Galahad considers this before asking Magnus, seriously, "With clothes on or not? For eight and nine."

[lanselos_du_lac]

Lancelot thinks, but does not say, Ah, Christ. He ignores the spike of anxiety that moves through him at hearing all of this (which barely tracks with any of his own experience -- where has this "Georgia" person gotten their information?) enumerated in a ranking, precisely the opposite of how he's tried to consider it.

He flicks at glance at Galahad as he asks his question and deliberately leaves space for Magnus to answer it.