#jericho Felocity imagines

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Hi I'm shimmying in here awkwardly but can we have some ideas for Jericho x Dixon for the 3 starving jerixon fans please

MEETING HALFWAY

synopsis… Dixon and Jericho both need romance advice, and the only people they can ask are their cellmates, who are coincidentally both terrible at it.

ft. Jericho Felocity, Dixon Roughhouse, Ramsey Murdoch, California Slim, Alcatraz

tags… anime campaign, epithet erased spoilers, Slim and Ramsey give awful romantic advice, pre-relationship, mutual pining, straight up painful pining they are both so oblivious, Dixon sorta has a nervous breakdown

word count… 1284

a/n… this is my first time writing Dixon I hope the fandom approves of me ✧ 🦄

“Well, at least it’s not Ramsey.”

Was the first thing California Slim said when Jericho told him he had feelings for Dixon.

“Yeah, but what do I say to him?” Jericho was frantically running on his treadmill to blow off some steam, a clear nervous energy about him. In clear contrast to his normal, everyday frantic running on his treadmill. “I’m not really that great at talking. You think he even notices me at all?”

“Oh, don’t listen to Slim, Jeri!” Alcatraz was much more enthusiastic about this matter than the murderer he was attached to, and saw fit to float next to Jericho trying to calm his nerves. “Dixon seems like he’s got a lot to say himself, I’m sure he just appreciates you being a good listener!”

“Yeah,” Slim scoffed, “a lotta crazy bullshit to say.”

The ghost turned to glare at his companion, but with no face, the look of disappointment on his face was left entirely to the imagination.

Jericho, lost in thought about his current dilemma, seemed utterly oblivious to the argument going on behind him. “Yeah, maybe it’s better if I just let him talk. I don’t want him to think I’m weird or anything.” Almost as if to demonstrate his point, the man’s body phased partially through the front of his treadmill whilst he continued to ‘run’ in place as if nothing were wrong.

“Jericho, everyone in this place is goddamn weird. And Dixon’s a nut — guys like him can’t afford to be picky about their company.” Slim just watched his cellmate for a few seconds, then sighed and massaged his temples. Usually, Jericho was an alright guy to bunk with, but sometimes he could be a real headache……. “You sure a relationship in prison could even work? You guys only see each other during lunch time.”

“Don’t listen to him,” Alcatraz quickly said, as he did after pretty much everything Slim told people. “I’m sure you two will find a way! You’re such creative souls!”

“That’s sure a way to put it…..” The actual murderer eventually stood up, finally deciding to do something about his poor friend’s predicament. “C’mon, man, you got yourself all outta sorts.” Thinking it would help somehow, he gave Jericho a hearty slap on the back to try and force him out of the treadmill, but this only created a bigger problem.

“Oh, that’s not good!”

“No fucking shit, Sherlockatraz!” The two unfortunate souls were currently faced with their friend lodged halfway through the cell wall, legs dangling in a janky position. Slim first pressed his ear to the wall, trying to make out if the speed runner was suffocating to death like he did last time. “You breathing in there, dumbass?!”

“Oh,” came Jericho’s voice from the other cell. “Hi Dixon!”

California Slim turned to the ghost with a tired expression. “Never mind. It’s worse than we thought.”

Not like things were going much better in the cell next door before that, anyway.

✧ ✧

“I dunno, I just, I just—“ Dixon was pacing back and forth like the madman Ramsey knew that he was. “I feel like he’s the only one who gets me, but like, what— what if he doesn’t get me? What if he’s an alien? Or a spy? Or— or an alien spy?!”

“Dixon,” started Ramsey, who was laying on his bed like a teenage girl while drawing another commission of a certain inmate’s fursona. “He avoids clipping to the front of the lunch line every day just so he can stand next to you. I’m pretty sure he likes you.”

“But what if he’s just like that with— with everyone?!” From the corner of his eye, Ramsey saw Dixon hunched over with his hands in his hair. If he got any more nervous, he was pretty sure the guy would start pulling his hair out.

“You’re overthinking it.”

“And why shouldn’t I overthink it, man?!” In the split second that Ramsey looked away, Dixon had rushed over to his bunk and was now aggressively shaking the poor rat man by his shoulders. “I finally have the first good chance with a guy in years, he doesn’t treat me li-like I’m crazy, and I could— I could just fuck it all up! ‘Cause crazy fuckin’ Dixon fucks everything up!”

“Hey, hey, relax…..” Worried for his cellmate, Ramsey would slowly raise his hands and place them on the bespectacled man’s shoulders. “None of us ever said that about ya.”

“Slim tells me I’m a nut.”

“Slim’s a dick and he does not speak for us.” Ramsey took a pause to sit up properly, not slouching as he gave his friend a serious look. “Listen, Dixon. My man. If you’re crazy, then so is everyone else in this damn place. And Jericho is the sweetest guy I know, there’s no way in hell he isn’t happy to listen to you. I’m happy to listen to you. So even if stuff doesn’t work out, look at me.”

Dixon, who had stopped shaking, flickered his eyes up from the floor to Ramsey’s face.

“You’ll always have me. We’re buds! I mean it.”

There was a long pause where neither man said anything, and the conspiracy theorist’s eyes resumed darting around the room at high speed. Always thinking, considering, analyzing. Perhaps a bit too much sometimes.

“Y-yeah,” he’d eventually stutter out from between clenched teeth. Finally noticing how tightly he’d been holding Ramsey, he pulled back like he’d just touched a hot stove. “Sorry….” He held one of his wrists and watched his own hand as he flexed it lightly. “Guess I’m just used to all the sorts of stuff….stuff my family—“

A loud crash and the room shaking made both men yelp, interrupting whatever was about to be said in favor of whipping their heads around to the first and last person Dixon was hoping to see.

“Oh, hi Dixon!” An awkward, smiling Jericho was what awaited them, waving with one hand while the other dangled uselessly. Only his upper half graced the room with its presence, the other presumably stuck in his own cell.

“Oh,” Dixon mirrored, suddenly laughing to fill the silence. “Hey! Need, uh…..need some help there?” Shit, he was repeating his words again. Was he weirding him out?

“Nah, I’m alright for now.” Wait, was he worrying him? Now Jericho almost felt bad for showing up. “Just, uh….haven’t talked to you in a while. How’s it been?”

“FINE! I mean uh. Fine!” Dixon lied. “Was just talking…..talking about……”. The man made the mistake of glancing at Ramsey for guidance, who was of no help and instead chose to gawk at Dixon helplessly. “…..alien spies!”

With a conversation hook, Jericho now felt less nervous. He liked it when Dixon talked — it was like the only side quest dialogue in the world he wouldn’t skip. “Wow, I love aliens! Like in Metroid!”

Dixon pointed at Jericho and nodded rapidly, too nervous to do anything but blindly agree and go off of what the other man was saying. “YES, it is exactly like Metroid! You are SO right! Y-you know, it’s kinda like how— how jellyfish are ancient alien parasites that’ll create the zombie uprising!”

“Really? I’d love to be a zombie, because then I’d be the fastest one!”

✧ ✧

“You know, they really are just painful to listen to.”

“Slim, be nice!” Alcatraz chastised. “I for one am glad that they’re bonding! You should stand to be more like them!”

“Mmm, no thanks.” The murderer peeled himself off of the wall and skulked back to his bed. “I’m just glad I’ll get to say I called it when they start dating in a few weeks.”

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HI. NEVER DONE THIS BEFORE. NO CLUE HOW IT WORKS. LOVE this page so far❗️It’s so clear to see how much love has been poured into it and I hope you all have nothing but good fortune coming your way. so… a heem heem herrmmm…may I request a romantic Jericho Felocity post…an imagine…a heem…

SAVE POINT

synopsis… Your boyfriend was a master escape artist. It was really only a matter of time before he escaped from prison and came home.

ft. Jericho Felocity

tags… epithet erased spoilers, fluff, post jailbreak reunion, mentions of prison gang, use of nicknames, established relationship, reader and Jericho live together

word count… 1144

a/n… YOU HAVE NO IDEA HOW HAPPY I WAS TO SEE OUR FIRST REQUEST WAS FOR JERICHO!!! LIVE LAUGH LOVE JERICHO I EAT SLEEP AND BREATHE JERICHO!!!!!!!!!! ✧🦄

It had been about half past four when you received the phone call. Despite the risk of it being spam, you admittedly hadn’t looked away from the TV when you answered it. Things had been slow ever since your speedy boyfriend got taken to prison, so you might as well cure your loneliness by listening to an automated voice message.

“Hi!”

The single word had you shooting up from your slouched position instantly. That polite, unbothered tone and cheery voice could only belong to one person.

“Jerry?!” It was impossible to conceal your excitement. “I thought they didn’t give you phone calls!”

“Oh, they don’t!” A brief pause before he followed up, “I broke out. Me and some other people. They were my party members!”

…..I mean, could you expect anything less? You wondered why he didn’t just glitch out of his cell on the first day.

“We all left the party, so I should be coming home now.”

“Now?” You parroted his words.

“Is now not soon enough? I can try to shave off a couple more seconds if I backwards long jump over some of the cars if you want.”

“No, no, that’s not what I meant! Now is good. Great, even, I’m just glad you’re finally—“

Jericho’s apologetic voice cut you off. “Oh, hold on, this is starting to phase through my hand. I’m gonna have to talk to you—“

The garbage noise on the other end informed you that your boyfriend had disconnected, but you weren’t upset at all. No, you were just left sitting on the couch with the timer app open.

One second.

Two seconds.

Three seconds.

Four—

A knock on the door nearly caused you to drop your phone, but you managed to stop the timer at 4.97 seconds. It probably would’ve taken shorter if he didn’t go through the effort of knocking. It always took him a few tries to get his hand to actually touch the door.

You couldn’t beat his time, even if it was just going from the living room to the front door, but you knew he would forgive you. Despite being the fastest man alive, Jericho was never anything but patient with you. Loving you wasn’t a part of a speedrun, he said. He’s with you for a 100% completion run.

God, you love that dork.

Even if you didn’t open the door as quickly as you could, your prize was still there waiting for you when you did. Your boyfriend, grinning wide and sort of shaking in place. Just the way you liked him.

“Hi! I’m back. I really missed you!” He would say in quick succession, making the muscles of your face tug harder at the corners of your mouth with each sentence.

With a grin wider than you thought yourself capable of, you instructed him, “Stand really still for me, okay?”

“Okay!” Jericho Felocity mustered all the strength in his body to try and stand as close to still as possible for himself. The fact that Jericho could stand still for you was nothing short of a testament to how much he loved you.

When you were sure he was standing ‘still’, albeit shaking slowly, you would launch yourself onto him, wrapping your arms around his waist and burying your face in his shoulder. Jericho was stronger than he looked, barely budging even after you’d flung your entire body weight at him.

“Oh!” Taking the hint, his trembling hands found their place on your upper back. “Why are you crying? Are you okay?”

It was only when he’d said this did you feel your own tears wetting your cheeks. Ah, so you were.

“Yes, yes, more than okay,” a long sniffle interrupted your words, “just…..really happy to see you.

“I’m happy to see you too!” His reply was simple and matter of fact, like there was no reason he’d ever feel otherwise. These simple words along with the quick circles being traced into your shirt were Jericho’s unique yet effective method of comfort.

After a long yet comfortable period of silence, you would ask, “So, who were these ‘party members’ of yours? Were they all nice to you?”

“Oh, yeah! There was Ramsey, Indus and Mera, Dixon, Slim—“

“Slim?” You pulled back from the hug to shoot him a quizzical look. “Like California Slim?”

Jericho nodded. “Yep!”

“The murderer?”

And nodded again. “Yep!"

Well, that didn’t bode well. “You sure that guy is your friend?”

“I don’t see why not. He was actually kinda nice if you weren’t on his bad side.” Your boyfriend’s good nature prevented you from being even a little bit mad at him.

“Jerry, you are way too trusting. You’re just impossible to hate.”

A light blush coated Jericho’s cheeks, which you didn’t fail to notice. “Aw, c’mon……I wanna have you meet them someday! They’d love you.” He said that with such confidence, which in turn made you blush. “They were all so surprised when I said I was dating someone. Except Dixon. Dixon said he knew it.”

“I think Dixon is my favorite so far.” Your remark earned a frankly adorable laugh from Jericho. His hands lingered on your back, still drawing little shapes and patterns while you thought. “So where are they, do you know? I assume you all had to split and take care of business.”

“Oh, yeah.” His nods were so fast that you sometimes didn’t notice that his head had moved at all. “Ramsey did offer to all go get takeout together, but Slim didn’t want to, Mera and Indus had to leave, and…..” emerald green eyes averted from your face sheepishly, “…..I just really wanted to get home as quick as I could, honestly.”

“Oh?” You cocked a brow. “Another speedrun?”

A blurry shake of his head again, this time from side to side. “It’s not really like that, no. Just…..” you felt the strange, fuzzy feeling of his hands phasing through your body to rest on your shoulders instead. “It’s been a really long quest, and you always need to save after a long quest, right? I just really missed my save point.”

Save point? You scrunched up your nose. You don’t remember Jericho keeping anything that looked like a save point in the house. Did he pick one up from one of his wacky adventures at some point?

“Oh, I don’t know where that is, sorry Jer….maybe I put it away by accident?”

A hearty laugh was not the response that you expected from your boyfriend. It was rare for him to laugh that hard. Not that you were complaining, you just……weren’t sure what you said?

“No, no, I mean….” His bright smile warmed your heart, but not as much as his words.

“You’re my save point.”

Another thing you loved about Jericho Felocity was that his kisses were always electric.

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jericho content? :3c

PLAYING VIDEO GAMES WITH JERICHO

synopsis… headcanons about playing video games with Jericho Felocity

ft. Jericho Felocity

tags… anime campaign, epithet erased spoilers, mentions of prison gang, can be read as romantic or platonic

word count… 657

a/n… I officially declare myself the president of writing Jericho on this blog (not really but he’s my favorite so I love doing it) ✧🦄

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 Video games are one of Jericho’s favorite things, so he’s more than happy to share that joy with you!

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 Whether it’s you watching him play, him watching you play, or playing something together, he’s just happy to hang out with you!

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 When you’re watching him play, he can tend to get in the zone and not talk much, but that doesn’t mean he’s ignoring you. He insists that you make the experience better, even if you’re not speaking much.

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 Most of his solo playthroughs are speedruns, and admittedly he does like to show off a bit with how fast he can complete a run. He often has you time him.

“How much was that? 30 seconds? It was a bit slower than I wanted, wanna time me again?”

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 When he beats a record with you, you can always tell how happy he is. Lightly vibrating and thanking you for helping him. And if you compliment him he starts shaking even faster.

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 If you express interest in doing your own speedruns, he’s so happy to tell you all the tips and tricks! He’s the best mentor for it.

“Are you going for an any% or a 100%? The routes are different, I can tell you about it!”

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 He is always so proud of you when you finish a speedrun. It doesn’t matter if you don’t have the best time or if you fumbled something, he’s just so happy to share a hobby with you!

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 Whenever he watches you play games, he does his best to avoid backseating. If you’re having trouble, he asks you if you need help, but he does his best to avoid giving unsolicited advice.

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 Playing co op with him is the best. His favorite kinds of games to do together are ones like Don’t Starve Together or some of the Pikmin games.

“Oh, I have Pikmin 4, there’s a co op campaign! Wanna play?”

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 If you’re someone who likes playing cozy games like Animal Crossing, Jericho is a surprisingly good player two for it. You’d expect him to want to rush through all the content, but he’s actually super great at cooperating. You’re able to do all the tasks you want to in game, and Jericho will take care of….everything else. It’s honestly great.

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 If you’re the kind of person who just wants to pick flowers in Minecraft while your friend does all the building and mining, he will happily do that!

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 Of course, if you’re also someone who enjoys the grind, then that’s great too! You can do it together, and things have never been more efficient with the two of you working together.

“Do you need more wood? I can get more for you, just give me a few.”

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 And of course, no game night is complete without party games. Sometimes he’ll invite the other prison gang members over for a game night. It’s a little chaotic, but it’s fun!

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 Jericho loves Just Dance, but never wins because he moves so fast that the game doesn’t register any of his movements.

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 Also, even when he’s wearing the wii remote strap, it sometimes phases through his wrist which has resulted in many a broken TV.

“……I can get a new one?”

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 Jericho is also the major peacekeeper during game nights. Mostly because Slim is trying to choke Ramsey after he stole one of his stars in Mario party.

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 He’s never a sore loser, because he’s just here to have fun. He’s seriously the sweetest, always smiling and congratulating his friends.

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 Jericho is also really into parallel play. Even if the two of you are just playing your own games separately, not saying much, it’s a bonding experience to him and he loves it a lot.

“I like being able to do this with you. I have a lot of fun with you, I’ve told you that, right?”

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 Overall, he is such a sweetie and the greatest player two anybody could ask for.

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could i request romantic electroswing (jericho x slim)? perhaps some post story fluff where slim is NOT dead canon is FAKE /lh

DON'T LEAVE.

synopsis… For being the fastest man alive, Jericho Felocity has been quite slow in realizing his feelings for a certain someone.

ft.  california slim, jericho felocity, alcatraz

tags…  fluff, pre relationship, pining, feelings realization

word count… 1568

a/n… THEIR SHIP NAME IS ELECTRO SWING I LOVE THAT SO MUCH WHAT?? Also you're so right canon is fake. Free real estate !! ✧ 🦇

Well, it was better than nothing.

After escaping prison, California Slim certainly couldn’t afford some luxurious apartment, or an apartment at all; so this abandoned one would have to do. Then, after a while, he would move to another one, and another one after that. Constantly on the run, like the criminal they thought he was.

He’d been alone since the escape; as alone as he could be, with the actual ghost of his past actually following him at all times, buzzing in his ear like an annoying mosquito he couldn’t get rid of. Alas, Alcatraz was no mosquito and there was no window he could shoo him out of, nor could he kill him with a rolled up newspaper.

He didn’t mind being alone, maybe. He thought he didn’t. He was never truly alone anyway. But…

He was still hoping for that phone call.

The one he had asked Jericho to give him after their successful escape from the Lockdown.

Despite being constantly on the run, he still had his own phone, as old and battered as it was.

He knew Jericho wasn’t one to waste time, either he was busy or just didn’t consider it worth it to call him. Which Slim found bitterly understandable.

He’d convinced himself of this notion: Jericho probably didn’t want anything more to do with him, being his cell mate had been enough for the fastest man alive. And yet Slim still couldn’t quiet the feelings that bubbled in his chest and burnt at his heart, like magma ready to explode.

It was ridiculous, honestly. He had convinced himself he couldn’t love anymore; that all that was left had been ejected from his body along with his epithet. Had he been wrong? He didn’t like being wrong.

And yet he kept finding himself reaching for his phone, keeping an ear out in case it would ring. Some part of him still hoped. Some part of him still ached.

It was another night of tending to Hollywood Boulevard and ignoring Alcatraz’s monologues when the familiar music caught his attention.

The tune of an old Frank Sinatra song that he used to listen to many years prior. Of course he had made it his ring tone.

The sudden echoing of the song had silenced everything else that had been happening, including Alcatraz’s speech as he stared curiously at the device buzzing on the coffee table that was missing a leg. Everything was silent except for the music echoing through the walls, and the occasional creaking of Alcatraz tilting his head like a confused dog.

The phone screen displayed an unknown number, and for a moment Slim hesitated to answer. It could have been anyone: a cop, someone tracking him down, some weirdo who had dialed a wrong number but that could have recognized his voice and reported him to the police.

Slim picked up anyway.

“Hello?”

“Hi Slim!”

He froze. Was that…?

“Jericho?”

“That’s me!”

Oh, he could definitely recognize that cheery voice even behind the static that was sizzling in the receiver. Something tightened in his chest.

“So, why the call?”  Slim tried to seem nonchalant, but his heart felt as if he had been running a marathon. “Changed your mind on being a hitman?”

“Oh, not at all! Just wanted to hear from you, it’s been a while!”

It had been something like three weeks, maybe, since the last time they had seen each other. A lot had happened in those three weeks. For Slim, at least. But he barely remembered most of it. All he knew is that it had been a while since the last time he felt truly rested or energetic, and yet he couldn’t sleep, because everything ached.

“Uh. Yeah, it has been a while.”

“Think we can hang out? Really want to catch you up on all the progress I’ve made on the main story so far!”

The way Jericho talked would always be a mystery to California Slim.

“...Sure.”

He had to take a pause before he answered; his first instinct would have been to interrupt Jericho mid sentence with an enthusiastic “Yes!”  but he didn’t want to weird the man out. Although Jericho was already pretty weird himself.

“Alright, I’ll be there in a minute!”

“What?-”

Before he could process what had happened, Slim found himself face to face with a man stuck in the wall of his apartment.

“Oh.” He hung up the phone as Jericho wriggled uncomfortable in the concrete wall.

“Hello!” The speedrunner waved as if nothing was out of the ordinary for him. Because it wasn’t.

“Hi.” Slim replied dryly, “You’re in my wall.”

“Seems like it!”

A moment of silence, before Alcatraz piped up with a “Hi Jericho!” Which sounded ever so slightly panicked. 

“Hi Alcatraz!” Had been the reply as the man struggled to remove himself from the apartment wall. “Could I get some help?”

Alcatraz turned over to Slim, who had turned his head over in his direction at the same time. The man just nodded towards their friend with an exasperated face that screamed “Just get him out of there already!”

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪

Minutes later, Jericho and Slim were sitting on the worn couch of what Slim called his living room.

“... And I thought that gear was a cookie! I tried to eat it, and I just got stuck in an animation loop!”

“For a whole day?”

“Yep!”

“Sounds tough.”

Slim lit himself another cigarette as Jericho kept talking about his speedrunning shenanigans. He couldn’t help but notice the little things about the man’s body language: he constantly moved his hands around as he talked, often mimicking whatever action he was talking about as if saying it aloud triggered some sort of muscle memory; he constantly jittered in place, making the couch cushions under him vibrate along with him, and Slim could feel the vibration from where he was sitting, as if the man was the epicenter of a constant low magnitude earthquake. There was something… Endearing about the whole thing. He tried his best to ignore the look Alcatraz was giving him from across the room.

“And after that I decided, you know, sometimes it’s good to take a break from things before trying again! Maybe I was just tired.”

Jericho kept talking and talking, and yet Slim found it hard to keep focusing on whatever he was saying. He didn’t notice he’d let out a yawn and let his cigarette fall to the floor until the sudden silence caught his attention, and he blinked a couple times when he noticed Jericho staring at him.

“What?”

“You can sleep if you’re tired, I don’t mind!”

Slim blinked again, dumbfounded.

“You keep yawning. It’s okay if you need to sleep. I can just hang out.”

“Oh, I… Uh…”

“I’m serious, I don’t mind!”

Jericho was quick to get up from the couch, just as he was always quick to do anything, so Slim could have the space to lay down. Without thinking, Slim did just that.

“... Don’t leave.”

Slim managed to catch Jericho’s attention with his request.

“Please don’t leave while I’m asleep.”

Jericho just stared at him for a moment, then offered the man a smile. “Okay, I can stay!”  He chirped, and before Slim could notice it, Jericho was handing him a blanket to cover up with during his nap. “I can stay here and use it as a main lobby, or a nice pause screen!”

Slim couldn’t help but smile at that, and mumbled something among the lines of, “Sure, I’d like that… Just stay.”

To which the immediate answer was, “I will!”

Jericho didn’t mind stopping over at Slim’s place for a break. It was kinda like old times, three weeks ago, when they used to share a cell! But now it was a bigger place with lots more stuff!

Jericho liked being around Slim: the man could be somewhat pleasant to be around sometimes, when he wasn’t threatening the people around him. Jericho noticed a decrease in the times Slim threatened him, too. Maybe they really were friends! Maybe Slim liked him. Jericho liked Slim.

His gaze wandered over to the man on the couch again, and he was surprised by how quickly he had fallen asleep; he was even snoring! Jericho had missed the sound of Slim’s snoring filling the room.

He had missed Slim. Maybe more than he thought he would.

…

Did he… Like Slim more than anticipated? The man had been his first thought when Jericho considered visiting his friends from prison. And he didn’t mind staying in one place with him, and waiting as he took a nap he seemed like he needed.

… Jericho didn’t mind waiting for Slim. He didn’t mind staying.

Don’t leave.

It was the first time Slim had outright asked him to stay. And Jericho had no problem obliging.

…

Oh.

Oh, he understood now.

For being the fastest man alive, he had been a little slow in realizing his own feelings; but they made up for the tardiness by hitting him like a high speed train.

Jericho liked Slim. Maybe as something more than a friend. Maybe Slim felt the same, with that request.

Something other than his own speed started buzzing in his chest, and Jericho could have sworn it made him vibrate a little more.

Maybe he’ll talk about it with Slim when he wakes up. The sooner the better.