Brown, round, soulful eyes. Once upon a time, Jensen looked into them and fell in love. That was the day he brought home Icarus. Jensen wants to call him a stupid mutt, be mad at him for trying to fly across the street like his namesake, only to be knocked to the curb by a dumbass garbage truck driver who at the very least was driving slowly. But the big eyes looked up at him and Jensen was lucky he didn't break down in tears while dialing the vet.
Now, surgery and doggy casts later, Icarus is finally napping. "He's on a lot of painkillers," the vet says to him. "Probably best to leave him here for a few days until he can walk on his own. You can visit him, though."
Jensen nods, sniffling. "Thanks."
"He'll be fine." The vet's tall and handsome, and when he lays a hand on Jensen's shoulder it's all Jensen can do not to just grab him and hug him tight. His poor baby. "Do you, uh, need a tissue?"
Jensen does his best to scowl, but through a red face he only manages to make the vet laugh.
"I'm serious, though," he says. "Come visit him. It'll be good for both of you."
"Thanks, Doctor." Jensen reaches out to clasp his hand.
"Jared." Warm fingers grip his.
"Jared," Jensen repeats, and then for the second time in his life, he looks into brown eyes and falls in love.
He comes back the next day, with overpriced coffee and bagels. It's pretty transparent a flirtation, but Jared looks as though someone has bought him a new car. He claps his hands, startling a parrot in the back room who starts shouting "POKER FACE POKER FACE" for no apparent reason. Neither Jared nor Jensen is able to keep a poker face after that.
Day after that, he shows up in the afternoon, brings a Scrabble board. Jared plays 50-point words in between vaccinations and bunny checkups. When he's gone, Jensen pets Icarus and whispers secrets to him about how he wouldn't mind playing doctor with this vet.
Third day, Jensen can't make it. He wonders how his two brown-eyed crushes are doing. He wonders if Icarus is lonely. He wonders if Jared misses him. He wonders if he hasn't completely lost his mind.
On the fourth day Icarus's casts come off, and Jensen watches with worry-glazed eyes as Jared takes him through doggy physical therapy. when Icarus whimpers, Jensen makes a very similar noise out of sympathy. Jared laughs. He mentions, when Jensen's on his way out, that he's glad Jensen stopped by, that he'd wondered what had happened to him yesterday. Jensen very nearly clicks his heels and dances into the parking lot.
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Date: 2011-05-17 07:35 pm (UTC)Now, surgery and doggy casts later, Icarus is finally napping. "He's on a lot of painkillers," the vet says to him. "Probably best to leave him here for a few days until he can walk on his own. You can visit him, though."
Jensen nods, sniffling. "Thanks."
"He'll be fine." The vet's tall and handsome, and when he lays a hand on Jensen's shoulder it's all Jensen can do not to just grab him and hug him tight. His poor baby. "Do you, uh, need a tissue?"
Jensen does his best to scowl, but through a red face he only manages to make the vet laugh.
"I'm serious, though," he says. "Come visit him. It'll be good for both of you."
"Thanks, Doctor." Jensen reaches out to clasp his hand.
"Jared." Warm fingers grip his.
"Jared," Jensen repeats, and then for the second time in his life, he looks into brown eyes and falls in love.
He comes back the next day, with overpriced coffee and bagels. It's pretty transparent a flirtation, but Jared looks as though someone has bought him a new car. He claps his hands, startling a parrot in the back room who starts shouting "POKER FACE POKER FACE" for no apparent reason. Neither Jared nor Jensen is able to keep a poker face after that.
Day after that, he shows up in the afternoon, brings a Scrabble board. Jared plays 50-point words in between vaccinations and bunny checkups. When he's gone, Jensen pets Icarus and whispers secrets to him about how he wouldn't mind playing doctor with this vet.
Third day, Jensen can't make it. He wonders how his two brown-eyed crushes are doing. He wonders if Icarus is lonely. He wonders if Jared misses him. He wonders if he hasn't completely lost his mind.
On the fourth day Icarus's casts come off, and Jensen watches with worry-glazed eyes as Jared takes him through doggy physical therapy. when Icarus whimpers, Jensen makes a very similar noise out of sympathy. Jared laughs. He mentions, when Jensen's on his way out, that he's glad Jensen stopped by, that he'd wondered what had happened to him yesterday. Jensen very nearly clicks his heels and dances into the parking lot.
Then it's time for Icarus to go home.