Over Drinks
jonathon asked, curiously. "nothing, just thinking of silly things. sorry about the car-tastrophe," he said, giving the automobile a sad pat as he jammed his key into the sticky lock. jonathon giggled a little at the pun.
Peer Mentoring
jonathon said, scratching the back of his neck; he didn't really want to have to talk to brad on the phone while mitch was around. "aw, come on, jonathon, we used to hang out so much in freshman year; now i hardly get to see you!" that was true.
Canned Goods
Screw groceries, maybe he'd take jonathon out somewhere... brad hung his apron up, grabbed his backpack. checked his phone. "_i want you to know..._" one text from jonathon howard!
Big Fish Seeks Little Fish, Small Pond
jonathon shrugged.
Almost Let Go
jonathon howard. who was that? ...oh. brad grew very still. the moonlight was cutting across his shoulders, now, across his shaggy fur and clear blue eyes. jonathon howard. jonathon. he shivered a little, linking the name with that face.
The Encounter (Surprise Episode!)
They couldn't kiss, or jonathon would get scared again. but jonathon wanted to kiss him. he could see it. he wished they could even hold paws. just... something. two straight dudes can hold paws, right?
Straight Talk
He sat back with a smile, looking at jonathon a little. the raccoon smiled back, somewhat shyly. "you'll get better at it if you give people a chance. i mean... it's gone well for you so far, right?" jonathon grimaced.
Are We Not Men?
jonathon, maybe? brad smiled, as he clicked into this and that, argh this terrible ui... 'wallace marshall: so i got promoted.' dammit, not jonathon. wait, huh?
Pathological Complications
jonathon blushed a little at that, and smiled, waving his stripey a bit more. "alright, go ahead and stand... slowlyyyy... got my arm here if you need it..." jonathon carefully rose to his feet. "i feel fine," he reassured.
Some Sort of Context
But, he had jonathon now. and jonathon... truly believed he was worth... something, at least. more than nothing. _something_. one fur's trash was another fur's treasure, right? the wolf actually smiled at that, a little wryly, but it was a smile.
Road Hog
Right now, that phone held the number of a certain jonathon howard, and this heart held the emotion that threatened to surge up and consume him whenever he closed his eyes. jonathon was special, he was convinced of that now.
Like A Virgin
Here jonathon was always nice and helpful toward him, and he didn't even check to see if the raccoon was okay. jonathon was like that to everyone, though, even his asshole fox roommate...