#TS CT: Corbin

[that-spider-fan-over-there]

I miss Emile Picani a lot, and now I'm like. Imagining. Karma by AJR and Cartoon Therapy. More accurately, I'm imagining the patients leaving his office as this part plays:

"To give some diagnosis of why I'm so hollow," - Dot.

"Please give me instructions, I promise I'll follow!" - Elliott.

"I tripped on my ankle and fractured my elbow," - Kai.

"But doesn't that mean that the tour's gonna sell, though?" - Larry.

"I tried to explain the good faith that's been wasted," - Sloane.

"But after a hour, it sounds like complaining." - Corbin.

"Wait, don't go away, can I lie here forever?" - Alternating between characters.

"You say that I'm better, why don't I feel better?! The universe works in mysterious ways," - Emile himself, as he looks at everyone in sympathy.

"But I'm starting to think it ain't working for me, doctor, should I be good?" - A last look in his office for the day...

"Should I be good this year?" ... And the session is over.

... IT JUST FITS!

[dominoeswrites]

getting surprised by a nose kiss for corbin/sloane :D

But of course, my dear violet! /platonic

Warnings: none that I'm aware of

Blind Date

Blind dates weren't exactly Corbin's thing. He'd never liked the idea of going out with someone who he hadn't ever talked to before. What if they had nothing in common? What if the other person was unbelievably racist? Or panphobic? Or aphobic? What if they ran out of things to talk about? What if they just ended up hating him?

But here he was, sitting at a table, in a restaurant, waiting for a friend of a friend who had said, "Sloane is a great guy, you'll get along great!" and then immediately booked them reservations at his favorite restaurant.

Corbin looked around the restaurant, then back down at his watch. This Sloane was almost ten minutes late. Five minutes, he could understand it being traffic or some other hold up, but ten was stretching it. Corbin decided to give it another five minutes before he decided this was a waste of time.

No sooner than he'd decided that did a white person in a somewhat wrinkled suit rush in through the front door. They spoke to the hostess, who pointed in Corbin's direction. The person looked at Corbin and smiled wide at him as they started walking over. Corbin gave an awkward smile back.

"Corbin, right?" they asked as they put their hand on the back of the chair across from him.

Corbin nodded, not really sure what to make of the person in front of him.

Their grin somehow got even bigger, and they pulled the chair out. "Cool! I'm Sloane, he/him, and it's so nice to meet you! Roman's told me so much about you!"

Corbin felt the corner of his mouth twitch into a more genuine smile. "He has?"

Sloane nodded eagerly as he scooted his chair in closer. "Yeah! And I'm really so sorry about being late, it's just that I left later than I should have, and then there was this one light that took forever to turn green, and then after that, the person in front of me just wouldn't go..."

Sloane kept going on and on, one topic leading into another, then another, and soon he was talking about work and family, and for some reason, Corbin found it hopelessly endearing.

And then when Sloane turned the conversation over to Corbin ("Oh goodness, I've been taking up the whole conversation, I wanna hear about you!"), he listened. He sat there, and listened to Corbin talk with this adorable fond look on his face, only occasionally interrupting with "aww"s and "no way"s and "oh my gosh"es where appropriate, and god if Corbin didn't find himself more and more attracted to this guy as the night went on.

They stayed at the restaurant pretty late into the evening, talking about life, shows they were into, politics (which Corbin was pleasantly surprised to find that Sloane agreed with him that if you couldn't talk about politics on a date with someone, then what was the point of getting to know them), and pretty much anything they could think of.

As they were leaving, Corbin decided to take the initiative and said, "I really had a great time tonight. Can I give you my number so that we can maybe set up a second date?"

Sloane gasped and pulled out his phone, almost shoving it into Corbin's hands "Of course! Oh my gosh, I'd love to go out with you again!"

Corbin smiled and put his number into Sloane's phone, then handed it back.

Sloane grinned and leaned toward Corbin.

Wait, was this happening? Was Sloane going to try and kiss him right now?

But instead of the lips, Sloane placed a tiny kiss on the tip of Corbin's nose, then pulled away and said, "I'll text you!"

Corbin felt heat rise up on his cheeks and really hoped that Sloane couldn't tell that he was blushing right now. "Yeah, sounds good."