Newspaper Crew Meeting: 16:00 FHS-20:00 FHS

[mycanonhatesme]

Chloe sits in the Journalism room, her video camera in one hand, and a cup of coffee in the other. She tilts back in her chair, reviewing what's on the video tape as she waits for everyone else to arrive.

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[krycek-rat.livejournal.com]

Krycek looks at him, blank-faced. He's not mad, but he's suddenly envisioning a very very long weekend full of watching dark corners and sleeping with one eye open. "And how do you think he feels about that?"

[courier-gavin.livejournal.com]

"About what?" Jake asks, completely exasperated before jumping off the table to get more coffee. He takes Krycek's mug to pour the coffee in, coming back ten seconds later, still looking exasperated and sipping coffee.

[krycek-rat.livejournal.com]

Krycek waits until Jake returns, still fairly blank as he watches his boyfriend sip coffee as though it's just barely keeping him from having a fit of some kind. "About his only son being gay?" he asks mildly.

[courier-gavin.livejournal.com]

"...That's what you're trying to ask me?" Jake blinks at him, then shrugs. "I don't know. He's fine, I guess. Why wouldn't he be? And he did want to meet you." He sips his coffee, thinking. He wasn't big on self-labelling, but... "And I'm not. Not that it actually matters at the moment, though."

[krycek-rat.livejournal.com]

Krycek takes a deep breath, shaking his head slightly. "Neither am I. That's not the point." He looks at Jake, very slightly frustrated. "I don't know your dad, Jake. I'd rather not start off on the wrong foot if I can help it."

[courier-gavin.livejournal.com]

Rolling his eyes, Jake steps all the way over to him, holds his coffee out for Krycek to take, then bends down to kiss him gently. "Don't worry. You'll do great, okay? Dad's very easy going. And I like you, so he should too." He straightens up, then grins. "I mean, hey, it's not like he's going to kill you for daring to touch his little boy or anything."

[krycek-rat.livejournal.com]

Krycek cups the coffee mug in both hands, giving Jake a very faint smirk. He's about to answer, when Jake's additional comment makes him pause, swallowing hard before he can answer. "Well, I hope not." He is going to kill me, in some terribly painful and non-traceable way.