Elijah Kamski

Hey, uh-- weird question: So I know it's been like, a year and this probably could have come up sooner but--

And we--

Is this like... exclusive? You and me?

[There are other, even more basic questions, that's he's actually kind of embarrassed to ask. Like, are they even dating? Or are they just good friends who share a bed and a bunch of bodily fluids?]

[Rhys held off on bringing this up while Elijah was in the immediate post murder zone.]

Hey. So, uh, names but no details: I slept with Betelgeuse.

Rhys had a plan, sort of. Arthur had been his most active and attentive temp yet, Betelgeuse - until the last minute - was enthusiastically comfortable with death. He was pretty certain that he'd be waking up feeling like absolute hell in the infirmary right about now.

Instead, when Rhys begins to return to his senses, there isn't the terrible, gut-wrenching pain that he's come to expect from the death toll, and he is... definitely not in the infirmary.

At first, he thinks the poison didn't take, or maybe that Betelgeuse didn't actually go through with it, and that he's just slept through the night and is waking up with a bad hangover. Right up until he tries to sit up, and his whole body just disobeys. His limbs feel like they're made of lead, and the second he lifts his head, the darkness of unconsciousness claws back around at the edges of his vision.

He drops back his head onto the lounge bench, letting out a sharp huff of breath.