Canon is The Brothers Bloom.

[grift]

So, this is a mistake. And you know it's a mistake, which is kinda... hm. I mean, I've gone into things knowing they were mistakes before, so I get it. I do. Everybody has their reasons, even if they're bad ones. But that doesn't make it less of a mistake.

I think that's why I like it.

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[sharpsuitfluffytail]

Wait. So you... like that it is a mistake? I am confused.

[grift]

A well-planned mistake can be extremely useful.

[sharpsuitfluffytail]

If it's "planned" I fail to see how that makes it a "mistake".

[grift]

You've probably only ever planned for things to go right, but sometimes you've got to plan for things to go wrong.

[sharpsuitfluffytail]

I'm a scientist. I tend to want everything I do to go right.

[Except the time he ended up infected with dog genes. Whoops.]

[grift]

You've got to look at the big picture. Sometimes things have to go wrong before they go right.

[sharpsuitfluffytail]

Please, tell me one time that actually worked.

[grift]

Penicillin.

[sharpsuitfluffytail]

[Pfff. Stop ruining his snark with your cleverness.]

...I meant something you've done. Personally.

[gammabruce]

[Blink. Okay, just going to... stare. He didn't know he'd look that good in a pinstripe suit.]

[grift]

[Well this is... Weird. But he can take it in stride.]

You need a haircut.

[gammabruce]

You meet your twin and that's the first thing you say?

[Endlessly amused over here.]

[grift]

Well who's going to know better about your hair situation than someone who looks just like you?

Anyway, you're not my twin. I already have a brother.

[gammabruce]

Good point. Anyway, I don't get out to a barber much. I tend to get nervous around pointy things.

And I'm an only child. I meant "twin" in the strict look-a-like sense.

[grift]

Pointy things? Seriously?

You need to get out more.

ghdkjf oh. my god. Forgive my rusty rusty Bloom but I could not resist.

[anunwrittenlife]

[ He really doesn't know what to say right now. He has a lot of mixed emotions; part of him wants to just slam his fist into the side of the other's smug face after that damned stunt he pulled- and the other half is just a painful sense of relief.

But in the end it all hurts; it's all a tumult of emotions and Bloom doesn't know what to say, or to do. It's hard just to remember how to breath and Christ- ]

...Stephen.

[ His voice is small, it's all he can manage and he's frozen. Inside and out he's waiting for something, some push, some catalyst that will make it all make sense, because he's reeling now. ]

[grift]

[Doesn't he always need a catalyst? Stephen kind of half smiles, then claps Bloom on the shoulder.]

Hey. Good to see you.