Meet the Boyfriend || Molten
- Dalton: I see. You can bring him to the hospital wing while I'm using Dr Carls equipment if you like?
- Monroe: Okay :) I hope you like him. I do.
- Dalton: I'm sure I will.
Whatever Dalton was doing, he was exceedingly clever. Alex made sure to tell him this, and although he rarely looked up from his microscope, Alex didn’t miss the quirk of a smile. He knew how to read cues, and knew that Dalton didn’t mind him being there. He could have pulled up a seat of his own, but this was far more interesting to him. He could see more, hear more… and it had the added benefit of seeing what buttons he could press before Dalton looked away long enough to scold him.
Prone to mischief; all is well— it was the motto of most of Alex’s life. Right now, he was not-so-accidentally toying with curls as he watched the colours on the monitor change. He was starting to understand geographic profiling. Well, a little.
He looked up at the door, and cocked his head to the side. Dalton hadn’t mentioned he was expecting visitors. This was Monroe, the one Walden was so fond of. And this…
… Was the asshole boyfriend who was checking Dalton out. Alex glanced at Monroe, who seemed oblivious to the leering. Maybe he was as naive as Walden thought.
Alex ducked in front of Blaine, waving. “Alex Hunter. Hey there. You must be Blaine.” He winked at Monroe. “Hey Monroe. That’s a cute sundress.”
Alex put a hand on Dalton’s shoulder, mainly out of protectiveness. “He is. He’s… amazing.” He smiled down at him. “… Hey.” That was the game over, anyway.
Dalton was close to a break through, he could feel it. His trail of through was broken however as the door was opened. He sighed, almost inaudibly, and kept his eyes focused on the task at hand, trying to recreate his previous thought patterns. Focusing solely on the task ahead, the introductions were nothing more than a low hum of background noise to Dalton.
He continued to ignore his surroundings until Alex clamped one hand down on his shoulder, and he was forced to abandon his experiment. He looked up, glancing between Monroe and Blaine. ”Hello.”
“Blaine Anderson…” Dalton paid close attention to Blaine, he hadn’t had a chance to deduce the boy from such a close range. Typically, he didn’t find out anything that he hadn’t already seen. Blaine was nothing more than a typical delinquent; nothing out of the ordinary. Boring.
“Pleasure.” He stated, extending his hand in greeting as he wondered just how much of his time the new couple would be taking up.
Alex peered at him curiously. He really didn’t see things like the average boy his age. “You know that could be taken as you offering to be my cowboy. You might want to be careful with how you phrase things.” It was how you ended up dating bitches like Simone.
“You sound like my dad,” Alex said. “They wouldn’t let you near the case if you weren’t capable. Ma always said that jealousy is like drinking poison, and waiting for the other person to die. I think it’s actually resentment, but stupid people shouldn’t bother you.”
Was that Dalton’s real laugh? He didn’t have laughter lines, like so many others. “Well, she does rent a flat to you.”
“Well… it’s pop culture. It’s useful to know. It’s makes it easier to talk to people, make friends, understand current satire….You never know what might be useful, so you might as well learn everything.”
“I merely meant that I don’t live up to the standards of my birthplace. That’s all. How should I have phrased that?” He asked.
“It only bothers me when it gets in my way.” Dalton huffed. “If I’m trying to work, and could possibly be saving lives in the process. I would rather not be deterred by unnecessary stupidity.”
“She trusts me. Plus, like I said before, she feels as though she owes me for ensuring her husbands demise.”
“There is a limited amount of space in anyones’ memory. Why would I fill mine with trivial facts like film references, popular culture, the solar system…” He waved his hand dismissively before placing it back on Alex’s chest. “I’ll just keep you around and you can translate for me.” Dalton smirked, looking down at Alex with an amused smile.
Alex was an actor. He’d had countless sex scenes on camera, implied and explicit. There was little of the matters in the bedroom that held any shock to him anymore. He just had no shame. If Dalton was going to be blunt, then so be it. “Very. Something about ropes, hats, and the bull-riding technique is enough to get me going. Could be the accent too, though. It helps.”
Alex laughed loudly, startling some younger children by the fire. They cast glares over at them, but didn’t look away after. Alex felt a side-show attraction. “See? That’s funny. You’re a funny guy. I’ll come. You can bounce ideas off of me, and I’ll move your things. You could break the land-lady’s hip, leaving stuff like that about.”
He nodded. “Cultural reference,” he echoed. “Guess I’m sticking with you. Someones got to teach you about children’s movies.”
“Common fascinations.” Dalton nodded. He didn’t know from experience, but he’d read plenty of journal articles on the subject. “I’m afraid I don’t own any cowboy hats though.”
“Just honest.” He shrugged, “The man is a moron. I assume that he only got his position as prefect due to the corruption in student politics. Although things are no better with some of the Aurors, a lot of them don’t appreciate getting help from a ‘kid’. And are very verbal about it.”
Dalton laughed, “Mrs Hudson is a lot tougher than you’d think. Although I’m sure she would appreciate the extra help.”
“What would be the point?” Dalton frowned slightly,confused. “I’d rather fill my head with relevant knowledge.”
“That makes sense. It’s very cool. I got an honourary degree in drama at the Dallas college. I have a fondness for cowboys.” He winked at Dalton. “What kind of fondness… well, that’s for you to find out. I’m sure you can work it out.”
That was troubling. Alex hadn’t considered that. Why would he? Things like this just didn’t happen. Not around here. Not in a haven like Hogwarts. Alex chewed his lip thoughtfully, looking at Dalton intently, hoping he would have a eureka moment. “Want me to come with? Or… do you work alone?”
Alex smiled softly. “You’ll personally protect me?” He could do it himself. Of course he could. But the notion was sweet. The smile quickly fell at the smirk. “Oh, shut up, Bee Movie,” he said teasingly. “I’m here because you can’t be trusted. If you’re danger… I want to be there. You don’t have to work alone. I can’t help much, but I know how to keep you out of trouble.” He shrugged. “And maybe I’m attracted to a little danger and excitement.”
Dalton studied the other boys face intently. “Sexual?” He asked bluntly.
“Sometimes it’s helpful to have other people with me. Even if for nothing but eliminating incorrect answers.” Dalton reasoned. “Although sometimes I have to kick people out when I’m trying to think. Take Anderson for example; he literally lowers the IQ of the entire street when he speaks.”
“I will.” Dalton nodded. “Bee movie…? Cultural reference?” He asked, he never bothered keeping up with popular culture unless it was entirely relevant to his work. “Well you’ll find plenty of both if you stick with me.” Dalton laughed.
Alex laughed. “Texan,” he said simply. He put on a thick, southern state drawl, perfect to the last inflection. “You’re an awful lot better at hiding your southern charms that your brother is. Shucks, I even think y’all have a mighty cute accent.” He was proud of his Texan tongue.
“Maybe that’s it.” The tapping felt strange. Almost relaxing, but something more… there. “To distract. You’re wondering why one is missing. Maybe it’s not the one that’s missing that’s incriminating. It’s what’s there. If this is the kind of person to strip a guy and kill him, then he’s not exactly rational. Or worse… he is…”
He looked at Dalton, just a little afraid. “… Are we safe? A kid died today, and no one knows. He was… killed. Here. Aren’t you scared?”
Dalton raised an eyebrow, not sure whether or not he was being mocked. He’d certainly countered a multitude of people mimicking his accent during his childhood. “Correct. We moved to London when I was young, it was easier for me to adapt my speech pattens than it was for my older brothers. The development of language is more fluid for young children.”
“Distract me from what though? If there’s something bigger afoot then that’s… troubling.” He scowled. “I’ll go to the flat tonight, run some more tests. I think there may be some kind of substance which is proving difficult to detect.”
“I’ve faced worse.” Dalton replied simply, not looking at Alex. “But you’re completely safe. I’ll ensure that. You don’t seem all that bothered at times though. After all, I said dangerous. And here you are.” He finally looked back down at Alex with a sly smirk.
Alex chuckled. “That’s incredible. You’re right. My dad is Scottish. Edinburgh born. It’s wear I was born. Ma was born in Dublin. We lived there for a while when dad was away. But most of my business is conducted in London.” He shrugged. “I’m an actor. We’re encouraged to get rid of the accent. But when I’m homesi- You don’t care. Sorry.”
The light touch startled him, but the instinct to jump was easily crushed. He was, after all, in the boy’s lap. Who was the inappropriate one, really?
“You think it was… set up? Didn’t he just drowned?” Evidently not. “Um… Well… I don’t think I can help. It wouldn’t be for ID purposes. And if it’s just one, that is weird. Maybe it’s something inside?” He shrugged. “I’m not a genius. But I can listen. If it helps.”
“You revert back to your accents when you feel homesick.” Dalton nodded his head knowingly. “It’s a common trait. My accent reverts to it’s natural state when I’m exhausted.”
“I just feel like someone is toying with me. Particularly the way his clothes were arranged. One shoe is missing, and the other was presented in such an obvious manner. The perpetrator collected one as a trophy, or maybe it has evidence too damning to leave behind. But why leave the other…” Dalton rambled under his breath, his fingers drumming against Alex’s chest as he spoke.