74. “We can share.” I was going to do this for Charmer, but it was giving me writer’s block until I realized on the way home today it wanted to be Nurseydex.
Dex blew out an angry breath as he stared at the now completely empty baggage carousel. The color stood high in his cheeks, and his hair was sticking up on one side where he’d been gripping it in frustration. Nursey wanted to smooth it down, but restrained himself, as he had been for months. Years, possibly. He was getting good at it.
“It’s taunting me,” Dex said flatly.
“What is?” Nursey asked, seated atop his own suitcase, pushing it back and forth idly on the wheels. He hadn’t fallen over yet, amazingly, and he was now actually timing himself to see how long that would last.
“The baggage… thing. With its complete and total lack of baggage. Mine in particular.”
“Noticed that, did you?” Nursey tried to bite back his grin, but suspected he probably failed.
Dex scowled. “Shut up.” Yup, definitely failed. “I should have known something like this would happen. I should have turned down Jack’s offer of tickets and just stayed home. Why did I need to come to the beach here? I live at the beach. There was no reason for me to come. Now the universe is punishing me.”
Nursey planted his feet and started ticking off reasons on his fingers. “It’s an SMH reunion for all of Bitty’s peeps, you know this. You miss me and C during the summer, don’t front. You are occasionally allowed to have fun. And no one in their right mind turns down a free plane ticket from an NHL star.”
Chowder came bouncing up just then, preventing Dex from continuing to try to glare his bag into existence. “The airline said it should be here tomorrow! It was still back in Maine and got loaded onto the next plane after yours. They’ll deliver to the house for us and everything!”
Dex raised an eyebrow. “Really? Did you point out to them that the house we’re staying at is four hours away from the airport?”
Chowder’s face fell. “Oh. Maybe I told them the address wrong? But that was what they said! I could go check again?”
Nursey stood up. “Nah, C, you go find Cait. I got this.”
Chowder looked uncertainly between the two of them. “Are you sure? You really shouldn’t start the trip off with a fight.”
“No fights, I promise. I got it.”
“You got it, huh?” Dex asked, irritated, but quietly, so Chowder wouldn’t hear.
“Yeah, I got it. Come on.” Nursey tugged him in the direction of the lost luggage office. “If there’s anything my, and I’m about to quote you here, ‘overprivileged childhood’ prepared me for, it’s dealing with airlines losing luggage. I have found myself sans belongings on multiple continents now, let me tell you. Always a fun time.” He held open the door to the little office and gestured Dex in with a grand flourish.
Ten minutes later, he’d charmed the very tired-looking woman at the desk into a complete recap of how they’d located Dex’s luggage, exactly where it was now, and given her three different ways to reach them when it arrived the next day.
He slung his arm around Dex’s shoulders and guided him back out. “’s all good, bro, see? They know where your shit is, it’s not going to be one of those permanently lost in the ether situations.”
Dex sighed, looking resigned. “I just… what am I going to do tonight? And tomorrow?”
“We can share.”
Dex looked over at Nursey in surprise. “Do what now?”
“Share. We’re the same height, and I always overpack for vacations. Consequence of traveling with my mother; she can never decide what we’ll be doing ahead of time, so we’re expected to anticipate all things.”
“I don’t… I mean, okay, I just don’t want to be… like, an inconvenience or anything…”
Nursey stopped. Fuck it, he decided. He took his arm off Dex’s shoulders so he could look him in the eye. “Dex. Haven’t you figured it out yet? There’s nothing I wouldn’t share with you.”
Dex stared at him, presumably in shock. Nursey braced himself. “Oh,” Dex said. “Oh.” And then he got a fistful of Nursey’s shirt and kissed him.
It didn’t last long; Nursey was grinning too much. “Glad you came after all, Poindexter?”
Dex’s ears turned an adorable shade of red, but his voice was entirely sure when he answered, “Yeah, I really am.”
Hey everyone, I know I’ve been away for a while. My excuse for the past week is that I was too busy journaling on the roof and listening to the ocean. It was probably the last spring break my family will have together for a while, so we enjoyed every minute of it.
Pen: Pilot Vanishing Point, EF
Ink: Monteverde Olivine