(I am SO sorry! I didn’t see this until recently even though it was sent a few days ago omg,, here’s “did you think I forgot” + nurseydex!)
Dex couldn’t believe it, the fucking irony of it all. Nursey was the opposite of Dex in many ways, laid back and composed in a way Dex would never be. Where Nursey was all soothing words and precise phrases, carefully crafted emotions that made Dex feel things he would never understand, Dex was wires and callouses and loud, blunt syllables forced through gritted teeth. Dex was harsh and hard, every move he made conducive to fights and outburst. Every emotional he felt was blinding, all-encompassing
The irony wasn’t, necessarily, that Dex had fallen blindigly, all-encompassingly in love with someone who made him see red, someone so fundamentally different from him; the irony was–
“You’re what?” Dex exclaims, fork poised halfway between his tray and mouth. Mashed potatoes sluice off his fork and splatter against his chicken.
“It’s not just lobster, man, I’m allergic to all shellfish.” Nursey says, as if Dex could even fathom not eating shellfish on a regular basis.
“You’ve never had a lobster roll.” Dex wheezes. “That’s a fucking shame, Nursey, how–just, god.” Chowder is eyeing him inquisitively.
“Bro, it’s just lobster.” Chowder says and Dex gasps.
“Just lobster? This, coming from the person who probably thinks the best chowder comes from the Bay Area?” Dex exclaims. Nursey grins and knocks shoulders with the goalie next to him.
“Well, it kind of does.” He laughs and Dex groans.
“God, god, I can’t even deal with you right now. I need to…I need to process this.”
Months later, Nursey is in his home–his childhood home–sitting in the kitchen with his mother and older brother while Dex finishes cutting slices of french bread for dinner. Dex’s mother keeps trying to offer Nursey these bacon wrapped scallop things and Nursey, face pinched with a nervous smile, declines for the fifth time. Dex turns, exasperated.
“He’s allergic to shellfish, mom.” And if Dex thought he was surprised at the news, nothing could prepare him for the gasp that fell out of his mother’s mouth. After Nursey leaves Maine, a few days later, the issue of Nursey’s allergy isn’t really brought up again.