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Dr. Newton Geiszler ([personal profile] sciencesaggressively) wrote2013-10-17 04:06 pm
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To anyone he's passing by on the sidewalk, it might look like Newt's in terrible distress. He's practically running, weaving in and out of the crowd and trying to avoid any sort of bodily contact, and he's pretty much out of breath, so he thinks he should really try to get in shape or something because damn, this is kind of embarrassing. But he can worry about that after he gets to Chuck's--and he hopes Chuck's home because it's possible that Newt might have dialed his number, hung up after the first ring, and took it as an invitation to knock on his door instead.

So here he is, knocking like his life depends on it and it kind of does a little, okay, he thinks it's entirely possible that he's having something like a heart attack right now from a combination of nerves and excitement and nerves.

"Chuck," he shouts, pounding harder on the door and giving zero shits about whether anyone else in this building can hear him. "Chuck, I need your help, open up!"
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[personal profile] hadtheshot 2013-10-18 03:24 am (UTC)(link)
When there aren't that many people here he knows, at least beyond just a passing acquaintance, Chuck really isn't expecting the knock on his door. Company just isn't something he has very much of. Even more surprising, though, is the shout that follows. For Newt to be stopping by at least makes sense, but yelling for help — well, it still makes sense, but it gets him to his feet a hell of a lot more quickly, primed for a fight by the time he throws the door open. Whatever trouble Newt has gotten himself into, he doesn't want to let it get any worse.

"What? What is it?" he asks, then glances around the hallway. There's no one else there, save for a middle-aged woman across the hall who's glaring daggers at both of them. He's half-tempted to shoot some barb in her direction about how he's sorry they've interrupted her soap opera watching, or whatever mundane task it is that people around here do, but there are far more pressing concerns at hand. "Newt, what's going on?"
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[personal profile] hadtheshot 2013-10-19 03:23 am (UTC)(link)
For a long moment, Chuck waits, certain that can't be all Newt has to say about it. Met a girl whose boyfriend wants to kick his ass, maybe, or met a girl who now won't leave him alone. Either one of those he would be more equipped to deal with. Okay, just the first, really, but he could at least give Newt a place to hide out until hypothetical stalker girl gave up, or gone to see about getting his number changed or something. This, though, is a subject on which he has no expertise whatsoever. At least, he's guessing that's the case, or hoping. If Newt's come over here just to tell him that he got laid, there's going to be a problem.

"Did you now?" he asks, brow raised, stepping aside so he can let Newt into the apartment instead of continuing to hang around in the doorway. "And that's why you were banging on my door, yelling for help?" Briefly, he wonders if he ought to be flattered, but mostly, he's just fucking confused.
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[personal profile] hadtheshot 2013-10-19 09:55 pm (UTC)(link)
Watching as Newt begins to pace, only just barely keeping any trace of amusement from his expression, Chuck closes the door behind them — though not before waving to the woman across the hall — and heads over to the couch, sitting on it sideways, his feet propped up on the cushions. It really shouldn't be funny, he knows that, and he's still a little annoyed about Newt shouting for help as he came up to the door, but he can't help it anyway. For a man who helped save the world to now be this lost when it comes to something as theoretically simple as dating definitely falls within the realm of things he could laugh at.

Then again, it might just be the only reaction he knows how to have when he's sure he wouldn't be any better off if their positions were reversed, and doesn't take well to that sort of self-consciousness.

"Well, first of all, you might want to think about buying some more clothes," he says, brow arched. "You keep wearing the same thing, she's bound to notice eventually. Second —" he cuts himself off, mouth twisting in obvious confusion. He still doesn't have the first idea why Newt is here at all, let alone how to help him, but the latter is an admittance he hasn't quite worked up to yet. "Do you even know how to cook?"
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[personal profile] hadtheshot 2013-10-20 05:29 am (UTC)(link)
"I have to?" Chuck echoes, and this time he does laugh, short and incredulous, though there's a clear thread of real amusement behind it as well. He'd point out that he damn well doesn't have to do anything, but decides quickly that it would be unnecessary. Every once in a while, he might not need to be a total asshole, and he can recognize a plea for help when he sees one. It's just that he hasn't got the first idea how he could give any help at all, and no real idea how to admit as much, though the fact that Newt is clearly clueless himself should make that easier. At least they're in the same boat, in a way.

Besides, though he isn't entirely sure how or why, Newt might just be the closest thing he has to a friend here, and is definitely the only person who gets what it was like before. In a place like this, having lost everything he knew, Chuck thinks that counts for something. Or maybe that's what dying does to a man. "Well, I think I can manage to slap your wrist and tell you no, but that might be about all I'm good for."
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[personal profile] hadtheshot 2013-10-21 06:40 am (UTC)(link)
It isn't a smack in the head Newt gets for pushing his legs off the couch, but a kick to the shoulder, though there's no force behind it. There isn't any reason for there to be, even if Chuck doesn't bother trying not to make a face at having been moved when he'd been pretty comfortable. It's not like it really makes that much difference. Besides, if he winds up following through on this, which he already knows he's going to, they're probably not going to be just sitting around his apartment that much longer.

He can't really say no, after all, when Newt puts it like that. Though he's pretty damn far from the sentimental sort, it's kind of striking to realize that he's right, that at some point — probably around their second or third drink the night Newt showed up here — they became friends. Granted, he's hardly some kind of authority on what friends do or should do or whatever past grade school, having had very few in the years since then, but that, he thinks, isn't really the point. It just means a lot, having someone else from home here, someone who understands the kind of life he left behind, and who hasn't seemed to be all concerned about his emotional state where having died is concerned. He might never admit as much, of course, but it's true even so. He hasn't really got anyone else here, not even his dog anymore.

"Well, if it means avoiding clown shirts, then I guess I really had better go with you," he says with a shrug, all non-committal. "Just know that I might take you up on those motivational speeches." He doesn't actually need them, but it would be pretty funny to see Newt give them.
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[personal profile] hadtheshot 2013-10-25 06:48 am (UTC)(link)
"Yeah, I'm sure," Chuck says, rolling his eyes as he gets to his feet. Zen might just be the last word that comes to mind when he thinks of Newt, but either way, he does mean to hold him to that offer, mostly because it seems like it would be pretty amusing to find out just what those motivational speeches entail. That, if nothing else, ought to make going along with him now worth it, and even then, he doesn't mind half as much as it's instinctive to act like he does. If anything, he's kind of curious about this girl. He might not have any advice to offer, but that doesn't actually make him disinterested. "Alright, calm down, I'm going. It's just shopping, not a Category IV coming through the Breach."
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[personal profile] hadtheshot 2013-10-26 10:04 am (UTC)(link)
For a moment, having made his way to the door, Chuck just looks at Newt like he might be insane. There's no reason for it when it isn't exactly like they were close before showing up here, but even so, the idea of him being someone to turn to for dating advice is hilariously absurd. Still, he's been asked a question, so he supposes he might as well answer it honestly, using what little knowledge and experience he has under his belt to do so. For all he knows, this is just a casual thing that Newt has going on anyway. Maybe that's all he really wants, and it's the choice of words that has him thrown. It's not like he's in any position to be able to tell.

"Make sure to get her off at least once," he says with a shrug of one shoulder, not entirely convinced that it would have to be any more complicated than that. "And, hey, if you swing by with a twelve-pack, you can do all the rambling you want." He really, really doesn't want to hear about Newt's potential sexual exploits, but with enough to drink, he imagines he could tune out just about anything. For that matter, he doubts he'd be able to stop Newt from saying whatever the hell he wants to, anyway.
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[personal profile] hadtheshot 2013-11-02 01:59 am (UTC)(link)
Scoffing, Chuck returns the punch, though there's no force behind it. It's kind of funny, actually, how flustered Newt gets, when as far as he's concerned, that sort of thing should go without saying, just part of the territory. For that matter, it's a lot easier to continue making fun of Newt for how clueless he is rather than drawing attention to the fact that the same is true for him, that he can't really comprehend what the big deal is if the night isn't going to end in sex. Even being far from an authority on the subject, he'd have figured that that would kind of be the point of going out in the first place.

"Look at it this way," he says, trying his best to sound actually knowledgeable, hoping Newt doesn't see through it. "If you do, and you don't wind up sleeping with her, then she won't know the difference. And if you do wind up sleeping with her, then you'll be ready and that's all she'll care about. It's win-win." One corner of his mouth pulls higher, brow raising. "And don't think you could stop me from taking what I want of that twelve-pack."