[ Riz has no doubt that once they've gotten settled here for more than a night, Fabian will be busy filling up both his own closet and half of Riz's closet with various colourful, flamboyant clothes that he'll insist he needs. While Riz will fill his own with a series of unflattering but extremely professional suits mixed with a few casual outfits for bumming around the house in, in which Riz dresses either like a 45 year old businessman or a particularly unfashionable 12 year old boy. Still, he's counting this as a bribe given and a bribe received.

(Besides, if they stay here for longer than either of them would like -- Riz can be helpful enough that Fabian won't get sick of spending so much time with him. He knows how to do a load of laundry and wash the dishes and how to cook meals that will fill your gut even if it won't fulfil your soul. It's cool. He's good at being useful, when he's not having a multi-clue-board meltdown.) ]

Then it's a deal!

[ His chipperness quickly fades, however, as Fabian continues speaking. He just sort of slides down, like a marionette whose strings have been summarily cut. He groans. ]

Why would you say that? I think that's the single most horrifying thing I've ever heard. I had to sit through Gilear talking about sexual tension, and this is worse.