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[asoncalledgabriel]

Gabriel lets them into his apartment, immediately flicking on the lights. "Ah, just settle in, yeah? What kind of food do you like?" He nudges the door shut again after Neil's inside and takes his phone out, already opening the app someone showed him. It's still strange to think that he can use his phone for just about everything, but it's also rather convenient.

With help from Steve, he's managed to get the place somewhat decorated. At least so that it looks like someone lives here now. There's a throw blanket and some pillows on the couch; he has real curtains. It's small, but it's something.

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[asoncalledgabriel]

"He sounds good. No one really came to see me-- I think my father couldn't quite handle the idea that his son had to wear a dress, even if it's only for part of the play. But it's an all boys school." There were other boys that had played parts that only involved dresses. At least Viola dresses like a man for a big part of the play.

Gabriel blushes a bit and shrugs. "I liked English, liked history and even maths. I just couldn't stand the instructors or most of my classmates."

[shadows_have_offended]

Neil nods a little bit, because Mr. Keating was good. He doesn't talk about his own father, about the terror of seeing him at the back of the auditorium that night, about the heart break and anger and frustration of being told everything he wanted was nonsense.

"I'm pretty good at classes," he says, and shrugs. He's more than pretty good, but Welton has high standards. "I just...it's all such shit, you know? People telling you when and how to learn, how much, telling you it will be important but not how, or why. Like, when am I going to have to conjugate in Latin? Come on."

[asoncalledgabriel]

Gabriel laughs, startled. "You had to take Latin? You weren't even a Catholic school." He shakes his head, grinning shyly. "I was-- I was good, but I wouldn't-- I got distracted by some other things, for a while. And Ma was always asking how this boy was doing, or that one, saying I could be better."

He shakes his head. He'd lost a friendship that way.

"That's the way of it though, isn't it? Learn this because you must, never mind why. I knew I wanted to go to university, that was motivation enough to try to take my A-levels again."

[shadows_have_offended]

Neil rolls his eyes. "I know, right? Bullshit." He smiles again, soft, effusive.

"I was lucky," he says. "My parents were strict, constantly pushing, especially my father. I mean, my mom was just very, listen to your father, he knows what's best. So school was almost...almost an escape, as long as my father didn't stop in to see me. But my teachers didn't really care about any of us, except for Keating. So I had some friends, and they were--they were good. We didn't really compete, we just wanted to get out of Hell-ton and be done with it."

[asoncalledgabriel]

"It was only ever my mother who pushed. I think my father wanted so badly for me to be like him." Gabriel shakes his head. Maybe it's unfair to say that of his father, because there had been times that he tried, and he should appreciate those. Sill, most of a childhood spent feeling out of place couldn't be saved by a few memories of acceptance.

"My mother wanted to brag about one of her sons. She was tickled when she thought I might yet become a priest." Gabriel shrugs. "As it was, I managed to get into university and I just wanted to leave."

[shadows_have_offended]

"I think my dad was like that a bit too," Neil says, speculative. "Getting to say, my son, the Welton student. And then one day, my son, the Harvard student, and then, my son, the doctor. It was all...all about bringing the family up."

Something hitches in Neil's chest. He aches. He tries to keep smiling, but it hurts a little. "But I didn't want to be a doctor, and I just--it's exhausting, you know? Being told that everything you like, everything you care about, it doesn't matter? That it's not part of the big picture."

[asoncalledgabriel]

"Yeah, I know," he says softly. It's exhausting to be considered an abomination, too. But he can't bring himself to say that. Not to Neil, not to anyone. Gabriel lets his hand slide across Neil's back and squeezed his shoulder.

"I'm sorry, mate. I wish-- I wish I could say something better than that."

[shadows_have_offended]

The touch is understanding, sympathetic. Neil leans into it a little bit. It makes it easier to breathe for a second.

There was a knock on the door. Neil jumps. He laughs a little. "I think the pizza's here."

[asoncalledgabriel]

Gabriel smiles and he longs to touch more, to offer that comfort. But he's always been told that's not what men do. Even if Neil hasn't pushed him away. He squeezes Neil's shoulder before he gets up to answer the door. He's already paid for it so he thanks the person delivering it and takes the box before nudging the door shut again.

"You care if we just eat out of the box?" He supposes he could get plates but... what's the point?

[shadows_have_offended]

"No, box is fine," Neil says softly. His shoulders are hot from the last lingering touch, the sort of touch he's only gotten a couple times, in secret, quiet moments like this. His cheeks felt a little warm too, but he pushes it aside.

"Is there a lot of pizza in Ireland?"

[asoncalledgabriel]

"Not where I'm from. I'd only had it a handful of times before I came here." He settles down next to Neil again, sitting close, close enough that their legs touched as he leans over to set the box down and flip it open.

[shadows_have_offended]

"We'd have pizza nights," Neil says with a little smile. "They'd organize it once a month for a specific grade level. So, really, we'd only get it once a year."

He opens the box and pulls out one of the slices, careful of the hot cheese and sauce. Before he takes a bite, he smiles at Gabriel. "Thank you. For...for helping me. And for this."

[asoncalledgabriel]

"Least I can do," he says as he takes his own slice. He considers a moment. "Or, maybe all I can do. I'd change it if I could, but we're both stuck here. So if feeding you and giving some comfort's all I've got, then I'll do that."

Gabriel smiles a bit shyly and looks down at his foot so he doesn't make a mess when he goes to take a bite.

[shadows_have_offended]

"No, no," Neil says, soft, gentle. He leans over a touch and nudges Gabriel's shoulder with his because his hands are full, and he wants to let Gabriel know that he appreciates all this.

"I mean it. You've done a lot."

[asoncalledgabriel]

Gabriel bumps Neil back, grateful for the easy touch. Too often he's been told that men, boys, don't do this sort of thing after a certain age. That they're meant to be stoic, staid.

"I know it may not feel like it... but I think it's going to be alright. Eventually."