Harry and Christian- Tattletale
Apr. 24th, 2005 06:56 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
palacechristian[Happens right after Harry yells at Johnny,, which is after , Johnny and Karl fight, and Harry and Karl talk, which is after Adrian meets Karl and Viggo, , and Johnny finds out who bruised Harry.]
Harry headed back inside Palace Proper and was heading for his room, pulling his com out to tell Elijah that he wouldn't be back and just to close the office for the day when he winced and changed direction, heading towards Marton and Christian's offices. As much as he'd rather just go home and forget about this, didn't seem right to send Christian walking in on Johnny the way he'd left him without some kind of warning. He walked into the office, nodding at Lucius and turning towards Christian's office, managing a smile at his assistant.
Marcus looked up, taking a second look when he glimpsed the bruise on the man's face. "Hello. Can I help you?"
"Sorry- we haven't met before. I'm Harry Sinclair, I live up here with Prince Orlando. I was hoping to see Christian if he's not busy."
"Oh, Hi. My name's Marcus." Marcus held out his hand, using the gesture to cover the mental inquiry he sent to Christian. "He doesn't have anyone in there right now. You can go in."
"Thanks," Harry shook Marcus's hand and walked into Christian's office, knocking lightly before opening the door. "Afternoon, your Highness."
The knock on the door interrupted Christian's train of thought and he looked up to see Harry's colorful face in the doorway. He smiled and waved him in. "Heya, bruise-boy. How's it going?"
"It's going," Harry said, closing the door and crossing the room, dropping into a chair in front of the desk. "Karl hit Orlando harder then he did me, but Orlando's got a few extra days recovery period ahead of me, so we're fading at about the same pace. We should start wearing matching outfits or something, so we really match," he snorted
"Yeah well, like I said, you already sound alike so dressing alike is no great stretch." Swinging the chair around, he laid his hands on the desk. "So? Business or pleasure?"
"Personal." Harry said, offering a third option. "Didn't want to send you home without knowing what you were walking into," he explained.
Christian raised his eyebrows, tapping the desk with a finger. "What am I walking into?" he wanted to know.
"A pretty upset Johnny. I tore one hell of a strip off him a few minutes ago, and he deserved it too, but I thought I should give you the heads up on it." Harry said, cooled off somewhat since he'd left Johnny, but he was still plenty pissed that it had happened at all. "He got around to asking me who prettied up my face, and didn't like the fact that my answer was accompanied by a 'leave it alone'."
"Ahh." Christian was beginning to get a glimpse of the 'picture'. "What did he do?" he asked although he had a pretty good idea, knowing his lover as he did.
"Got in Karl's face, hollered at him. Threatened him, if you'll believe," Harry rolled his eyes. "Told Karl that 'unlike Karl, he knew what being a friend was'. Left his shadow outside the door too while he did it too. May as well go all the way since I'm ratting him out, yeah?"
"Yeah." Christian sighed, leaning back into the comfort of the chair. "Echoes of Anna." he muttered under his breath. Then, "Carry on."
"Karl told him to back off and mind his own, which he didn't take well- he got really lucky it being Karl too, ya know. I've got some mates who wouldn't have thought twice before knocking him for one hell of a loop." Harry interjected. "Anyway. Karl called me, I stormed over, found him pretty upset, told him to calm down and come talk to me. He's feeling pretty sorry for himself right now, and pretty crappy, but it isn't anything he didn't earn."
"No." Christian agreed. "You got that right." He took a moment then told Harry. "I'm sorry, Harry. I warned Anna off but never thought about anyone else, especially now that it's all over." His face brightened. "And congratulations on that, by the way. Never said it properly the other night, but I'm thrilled to bits." Returning to the subject in hand, he added, "I'll talk to him, it'll be fine."
Harry waved off the apology. "Christian, something tells me you could have written it down on a piece of paper for him and he still would have felt he needed to do this. He's been pretty territorial lately, at least he's seemed so to me. I tried to get through to him, but don't know if it got through the self pity and righteous indignation or not. And thanks," he said, switching topics and beaming. "Took Karl nearly breaking Orlando's jaw and him yelling at me in my office, but we've got things straightened out. Never gonna get rid of me now- you realize that, right?"
"I do. And I can honestly say I don't mind one bit." Christian grinned. "Though if you try quoting me on that well, this office could use a ceiling fan. You and Orlando complement one another like dad and . . . yeah." He sighed again, more extravagantly this time. "I'll see what I can do with Johnny, talk to him and see what's what."
"Good. I'm not telling you anything you don't already know, but he can't meddle in shite like this- especially going off half cocked, not knowing what he's walking into. If I didn't love him so much I'd strangle him. And gotcha, no quote," Harry winked, not missing Christian's cut off reference to Will. "You hear from Will yet? He's got to be settled in some by now."
Shaking his head, Christian got up and walked around to perch on the edge of the desk. "Nah." he said. "Early days yet. Dad said Will told him he'd be out of touch for a while. I guess he doesn't want to miss us more than he has to, you know? Talking all the time wouldn't help."
"True. Be nice to hear from him though, know that he's making out okay," Harry said, then sighed. "Not that he'd likely say if it wasn't though. Wouldn't complain if his hair was on fire."
"No and especially not within Ellen's hearing." Christian tried to smile and failed. "Stone cold bitch, that woman. I'm guessing you've never had the dubious pleasure, but if you get it? Run." He slid off the desk and got to his feet. "Going to have to kick you out, mate. I've got an appointment in five. But how 'bout you and Orlando come over for dinner tomorrow night? I bought a big-assed BBQ online last week and it arrives today. Intend testing it out. Sound like a plan?" he grinned and added a further enticement. "Dad's cooking, though he doesn't know it yet and if you haven't tried one of his steaks, you haven't lived."
"Already gone," Harry climbed out of his chair, pausing to stare at Christian as he caught up with the rest of his sentence. "Marton's cooking steak? Oh Jesus fucking god, Sean's told me about that. I've dreamed of this day for so long," he said, getting choked up at the idea, before giving Christian another grin. "You bet I'll be there. And make sure to let Johnny know that this doesn't change anything between him and me. I'm just pissed, and I'll get over it, especially if he agrees not to be a dumbass."
"I will. I'll make it patently clear." Christian walked with Harry to the door. "Just don't tell dad he's cooking quite yet, alright? Make it a nice surprise after I've invited him." he winked. "He could use some cheering up, I think. Anyway, see you tomorrow night if I don't see you before."
"I won't say a word," Harry assured him in an undertone, cutting the wink to Marcus as he walked out the door.
Harry headed back inside Palace Proper and was heading for his room, pulling his com out to tell Elijah that he wouldn't be back and just to close the office for the day when he winced and changed direction, heading towards Marton and Christian's offices. As much as he'd rather just go home and forget about this, didn't seem right to send Christian walking in on Johnny the way he'd left him without some kind of warning. He walked into the office, nodding at Lucius and turning towards Christian's office, managing a smile at his assistant.
Marcus looked up, taking a second look when he glimpsed the bruise on the man's face. "Hello. Can I help you?"
"Sorry- we haven't met before. I'm Harry Sinclair, I live up here with Prince Orlando. I was hoping to see Christian if he's not busy."
"Oh, Hi. My name's Marcus." Marcus held out his hand, using the gesture to cover the mental inquiry he sent to Christian. "He doesn't have anyone in there right now. You can go in."
"Thanks," Harry shook Marcus's hand and walked into Christian's office, knocking lightly before opening the door. "Afternoon, your Highness."
The knock on the door interrupted Christian's train of thought and he looked up to see Harry's colorful face in the doorway. He smiled and waved him in. "Heya, bruise-boy. How's it going?"
"It's going," Harry said, closing the door and crossing the room, dropping into a chair in front of the desk. "Karl hit Orlando harder then he did me, but Orlando's got a few extra days recovery period ahead of me, so we're fading at about the same pace. We should start wearing matching outfits or something, so we really match," he snorted
"Yeah well, like I said, you already sound alike so dressing alike is no great stretch." Swinging the chair around, he laid his hands on the desk. "So? Business or pleasure?"
"Personal." Harry said, offering a third option. "Didn't want to send you home without knowing what you were walking into," he explained.
Christian raised his eyebrows, tapping the desk with a finger. "What am I walking into?" he wanted to know.
"A pretty upset Johnny. I tore one hell of a strip off him a few minutes ago, and he deserved it too, but I thought I should give you the heads up on it." Harry said, cooled off somewhat since he'd left Johnny, but he was still plenty pissed that it had happened at all. "He got around to asking me who prettied up my face, and didn't like the fact that my answer was accompanied by a 'leave it alone'."
"Ahh." Christian was beginning to get a glimpse of the 'picture'. "What did he do?" he asked although he had a pretty good idea, knowing his lover as he did.
"Got in Karl's face, hollered at him. Threatened him, if you'll believe," Harry rolled his eyes. "Told Karl that 'unlike Karl, he knew what being a friend was'. Left his shadow outside the door too while he did it too. May as well go all the way since I'm ratting him out, yeah?"
"Yeah." Christian sighed, leaning back into the comfort of the chair. "Echoes of Anna." he muttered under his breath. Then, "Carry on."
"Karl told him to back off and mind his own, which he didn't take well- he got really lucky it being Karl too, ya know. I've got some mates who wouldn't have thought twice before knocking him for one hell of a loop." Harry interjected. "Anyway. Karl called me, I stormed over, found him pretty upset, told him to calm down and come talk to me. He's feeling pretty sorry for himself right now, and pretty crappy, but it isn't anything he didn't earn."
"No." Christian agreed. "You got that right." He took a moment then told Harry. "I'm sorry, Harry. I warned Anna off but never thought about anyone else, especially now that it's all over." His face brightened. "And congratulations on that, by the way. Never said it properly the other night, but I'm thrilled to bits." Returning to the subject in hand, he added, "I'll talk to him, it'll be fine."
Harry waved off the apology. "Christian, something tells me you could have written it down on a piece of paper for him and he still would have felt he needed to do this. He's been pretty territorial lately, at least he's seemed so to me. I tried to get through to him, but don't know if it got through the self pity and righteous indignation or not. And thanks," he said, switching topics and beaming. "Took Karl nearly breaking Orlando's jaw and him yelling at me in my office, but we've got things straightened out. Never gonna get rid of me now- you realize that, right?"
"I do. And I can honestly say I don't mind one bit." Christian grinned. "Though if you try quoting me on that well, this office could use a ceiling fan. You and Orlando complement one another like dad and . . . yeah." He sighed again, more extravagantly this time. "I'll see what I can do with Johnny, talk to him and see what's what."
"Good. I'm not telling you anything you don't already know, but he can't meddle in shite like this- especially going off half cocked, not knowing what he's walking into. If I didn't love him so much I'd strangle him. And gotcha, no quote," Harry winked, not missing Christian's cut off reference to Will. "You hear from Will yet? He's got to be settled in some by now."
Shaking his head, Christian got up and walked around to perch on the edge of the desk. "Nah." he said. "Early days yet. Dad said Will told him he'd be out of touch for a while. I guess he doesn't want to miss us more than he has to, you know? Talking all the time wouldn't help."
"True. Be nice to hear from him though, know that he's making out okay," Harry said, then sighed. "Not that he'd likely say if it wasn't though. Wouldn't complain if his hair was on fire."
"No and especially not within Ellen's hearing." Christian tried to smile and failed. "Stone cold bitch, that woman. I'm guessing you've never had the dubious pleasure, but if you get it? Run." He slid off the desk and got to his feet. "Going to have to kick you out, mate. I've got an appointment in five. But how 'bout you and Orlando come over for dinner tomorrow night? I bought a big-assed BBQ online last week and it arrives today. Intend testing it out. Sound like a plan?" he grinned and added a further enticement. "Dad's cooking, though he doesn't know it yet and if you haven't tried one of his steaks, you haven't lived."
"Already gone," Harry climbed out of his chair, pausing to stare at Christian as he caught up with the rest of his sentence. "Marton's cooking steak? Oh Jesus fucking god, Sean's told me about that. I've dreamed of this day for so long," he said, getting choked up at the idea, before giving Christian another grin. "You bet I'll be there. And make sure to let Johnny know that this doesn't change anything between him and me. I'm just pissed, and I'll get over it, especially if he agrees not to be a dumbass."
"I will. I'll make it patently clear." Christian walked with Harry to the door. "Just don't tell dad he's cooking quite yet, alright? Make it a nice surprise after I've invited him." he winked. "He could use some cheering up, I think. Anyway, see you tomorrow night if I don't see you before."
"I won't say a word," Harry assured him in an undertone, cutting the wink to Marcus as he walked out the door.
