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Hm?

[Gamzee's querying noise makes Beat look the short distance down to him, blue eyes hazy and out of focus from the weed.]

Nuttin'? Suuuuuuuuup widchu?

[His thoughts are floating together and mingling and it's hard to figure out his head from his toes. And excuse the brief panic when he thinks maybe his head IS his toes and all this time he's been walking on his head god damn no wonder he's dumb.

Oh wait.]

Oh. Bro, you know yer fuckin' like... you know... [A squint as he tries to find the word] yer my fuckin'... most impotent bro...

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[He's forgotten what they were talking about already. Which seems to be just fine, since Beat has also forgotten. Gamzee just stares at him, dumbfounded, until one of them rubs two brain cells together enough to say something else.]

Uhhh...

[Impotent? Impotent!?]

Whoa... Whoaaa...

[He frowned, looking more confused than ever.]

You don't like fuckin' me...?

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Huuuuh? No?

[Beats as confused as Gamzee, how can telling someone they're important mean he doesn't like fucking them.]

Bro yer impotent to me. [That is the word right?]

I'm poor tent? Im..portant! Yeah!

[His face lights up like a kid on christmas when he gets the right word!]

Bro yer my most important bro!

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[...Oh.]

Oh.

[There was a moment of silence before Gamzee's face settled into a soft, distant smile. He was high and fuzzy on the inside before Beat told him that, but being told he was important... Not just important, but the most important person to someone...]

[He doesn't think anyone has ever said that to him before. He's always said it, always been the one to tell people how he felt about them, but never had anyone come forward and say it to him first.]

[He's important to someone.]

.....

[He didn't have anything to say to that. Not that he didn't want to tell Beat that he was important to him, too, but because he was so taken aback by that, compounded with the haze of the drugs, that he just set his head back down on Beat's chest and continued to smile into his skin.]

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[The smile is all the confirmation Beat needs that Gamzee got it and he hums contently, snuggling down underneath Gamzee and the quilt more. His toes move in a random rhythm as he wiggles them to get comfortable, tail flipping out of the blanket to curl up and over them.

It feels nice to admit someone is important to him. The most important. And it's not just about sex. It's everything.

Warm, comfortable and high, Beat eventually begins to drift, waking up from time to time to mumble something to Gamzee that makes no sense. Eventually he rolls onto his side to curl Gamzee in against him, nuzzling his face into one flower and heeeh'ing when it tickles him.]

I love you too Pretty Petals. [Leave him alone he's high and half asleep.]

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Motherfuckin'... love you, bro... I love you, bro...

[He was so far off in space that the words that normally would have had him panic-stricken and feeling like his entire bile sack had turned to lead were nothing more than a simple, honest response to a simple, honest statement. Gamzee's fingers curled and uncurled against the blanket before his body and mind were so wound down that he dozed off and began to snore loudly.]