( psl ) what comes after

[heavymetals]

[ It's a day like any other, as close to normal as one can get to a place like this. Living in Duplicity has become strangely so, as one gets used to the machinations of the city, the plots and twists they often find themselves dragged into. Even with the occasional struggles Erik's dealt with, he's had one rock here, a point of stability that's always kept him grounded, and kept him from doing something truly stupid and reckless.

Life with Bobby has been just that. Not just stability or routine, but safety, and in a way, happiness. So much so that Erik hasn't quite thought of leaving, going back to his own world, even when he knows the likelihood of that happening. He has certainly never thought of how that might happen, not until he's sitting in the living room of their house, and the door that should lead to the bathroom simply starts to glow. ]

Robert? [ He calls out to where his boyfriend's getting dinner ready, glancing over when he comes over. He gestures to the door, frowning. ] Do you see that?

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[bobsicle]

[ Bobby receives the newspaper from Erik and he frowns as soon as he reads that headline and sees both the article and Erik's helmet. He immediately puts it down, his eyes a palpable show of concern and worry. But he surmises this must be affecting Erik, too, so he attempts a smile to lighten the mood. ]

How about I pick your name? [ He replies in a slightly chipper tone, the edge of his lips curving up into a teasing smile. There's a bit of a pause on his end as he feigns mulling this over, taking a bite of his sandwich while he's at it. ]

Maybe Henryk? How'd you like that? A little too close to Erik, but I think it's nice.