Prompt: Trevilieu - “ You’re an asshole. ” Have fun deciding whether it belongs to angst, love or general category with them. :P
137: “You’re an asshole.” – Trevilieu
“The problem here, clearly,” Jean says, “is that sometimes I forget the obvious.” He’s standing next to the kitchen island, his fingers clutching at the granite countertop the only outward sign of his nervousness. It’s a weird place to be having an argument in, Armand’s kitchen at half eleven at night. It brings with it a sense of domesticity that feels especially out of place right now.
“The obvious being?” If Armand is something, it’s good at not letting his emotions show. Including the fear that washes over him at the thought that Jean, for once, might actually be angry at him.
“That you’re an asshole.”
Normally, Armand would laugh it off. It’s not the worst thing that Jean has said to him, not even close. Tonight, though, when there’s the possibility that Jean might mean it – that’s a different thing.
“Look, I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable.”
“You introduced me as your friend. You took me to your bloody office party and you introduced me as your friend throughout the night.”
“You are my friend. That was not inaccurate. And I didn’t hear you try to correct me, asshole or not.”
Jean’s gaze hardens for a moment, then it clears, all of a sudden. He moves his hands away from the countertop, spreading them in front of his chest in what passes, Armand guesses, as a thinking gesture.
“Okay. You’re an asshole. But you’ve never been a stupid one, so I am going to assume you did that for a reason and you didn’t just decide to stick the two of us as far into the closet as you could reach because it was fun. So. What was your reason?”
When Armand hesitates, he adds, “I’ll give you thirty seconds.”
“It will be less embarrassing,” Armand mumbles. “When you break up with me,” he adds hastily, as Jean’s expression starts to shut off. “There will be less explaining to do. I don’t want them to gossip about asshole Richelieu being dumped, okay? A friend who doesn’t come to the next office party will be easier to explain.” It hurts to say that out loud, he finds out. Weird, considering how often he considers the possibility of Jean leaving him. Better to be prepared, after all. On the other hand, isn’t Armand’s attempt at being prepared what started this whole mess?
There’s a frown on Jean’s face. That, at least, is an expression Armand knows well.
“What I don’t understand here,” he starts, very slowly, “is the assumption that we are going to break up. Sorry, that I am going to –” he makes actual air quotes at this point – “‘dump you’.”
Armand just gives him a half shrug in response to that. The reasons are obvious. It’s just taking a while for Jean to see them.
Jean shakes his head. “Apparently, the obvious is not that you’re an asshole, it’s that you’re an idiot.” He moves closer to Armand, cupping his face into his hands. “I guess I’m just going to have to prove you wrong.”