Author's Notes- This fic contains 24, 002x004, Jet/Albert, whatever you wanna call it. Consider this your final warning. Also, this fic was written on request and had a word limit of 500 words or less (I just barely made the limit), which is why it may seem a little contrived at times. Terribly sorry about that, and I promise to do better next time. And yes, I did paraphrase the last line from South Park. Mr. Garrison rules. :)
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Jet hadn't been asking for much. All he wanted was some time to himself and away from what was pissing him off, which these days seemed to be everything.
"So... haven't seen much of you today." Albert walked into the room as if permission had already been granted, sitting next to him on the bed. "The house has been awfully quiet without your ranting. I think I actually missed it."
He should've known that with such a large group of overly optimistic and naive people, somebody would be arrogant enough to think they could figure out what was going on in his head. Especially Albert Heinrich, who had an irritating habit of acting like he knew what he was thinking... which was made even more irritating by the fact that he usually did know what he was thinking.
Jet rolled his eyes. "Now I remember why I've been here all day." If that didn't run Albert off, nothing would.
Except it didn't. Albert looked at him like Jet's half-hearted jab had actually hurt him, and Jet couldn't figure out why he felt so guilty about it. "I just..." he shrugged helplessly. "Well, I know from personal experience that it can be hard to talk about what's happened to you, but once you do... it gets easier." His shrug was a little less helpless this time. "And it can't be any worse than moping in your room all day, right?"
... He couldn't. He just couldn't. It was too raw, too personal. He supposed he should tell Albert that, but all he seemed to be able to do was glare at him.
Albert threw his metal hands up in the air in an uncharacteristic display of frustration. "You know, Jet, I've given you a lot of leeway. I just figured that that temper of yours was a defense mechanism. And maybe it is, but you know what?"
He reached over, grabbing him by the collar. "Even my patience has limits."
The kiss was more chaste than he'd thought it would be, but it was still enough to make Jet nearly jump out of his skin. Somewhere in the jumbled mess that used to be his mind, he thought maybe he should push him off or kiss him back or something, but it was hard to make a decision while Albert was running his tongue against the seam of his lips.
But when he broke away, and had that damnably smug grin on his face, he found his voice again. "What the hell was that for?!"
Albert was much calmer than Jet thought he should be allowed to be. "Since you didn't seem to want to talk, I thought I'd try a different approach. Did it work?"
Jet gave up. "I'm not sure. I don't suppose you'd be willing to give it another try?"
There was that smile again, with just a hint of a leer this time. "It was the plan."
"Fine, have your way with me, if you must..."