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Asher invites him to a party on Saturday night.
He spends probably too much time picking out what he's going to wear — he's never met Asher's friends before, he doesn't want them to think he's some stupid high school kid — spends definitely too much time on hair and makeup, and then paces and waits for Asher to pick him up.
Yes. More snuggling is good.
Sasha gets frankly a ridiculous amount of sleep over the next week, and is still consistently exhausted in all his classes; he worries that he should talk to a doctor about that and his memory problems, but probably if it were a problem he'd have had the thought more than once. After school he goes and sleeps with Asher and Lev and cuddles them both.
Lev... is vague about a lot of things that happen. He doesn't remember a lot of details about what his life is like. He reads a lot; the history and economics and sociology stay clear, even when he's confused about how he got to a place or what he was talking about with Asher or what, exactly, has happened in the past year of his life. And he can read with Sasha napping on his shoulder, and that's nice.
He likes fucking Sasha. It's different than fucking Asher because he remembers it so clearly, the order of events and not just single flashbulb details and an overwhelming sense of bliss. He doesn't know why they're safe and that bothers him but Sasha wouldn't lie to him; it goes on the long list of things he can't ever remember.
He fucks Sasha while Sasha sleeps, once, and that's really nice.
And Asher is-- amazing, he knows that, he can't remember any of the specific details of why he's amazing, but he knows the sex is great and he knows Asher loves him and wants him to be happy and he has facts he knows he learned from Asher even if he doesn't remember how he learned them and-- he shouldn't be worried. Everything in his life is going well. He should be happy.
Asher is such a great boyfriend and he is only going to become better.
He's pretty good, it's true.
Sasha falls asleep on Lev's shoulder or Asher and wakes up with Lev or Asher dripping down his thighs; he doesn't get his homework done but that's alright, his teachers don't seem to care.
"I bet you're looking forward to getting top surgery in a couple days," Asher announces one afternoon.
"...I told the doctor about wanting top surgery when she took my mom out of the room at my last checkup and she said I looked like an ideal candidate for it, I definitely told you about that."
"— I guess maybe I forgot to tell you? I'm sorry, I know I would have wanted to tell you —"
"It's okay, our memories both suck, probably I was the one who forgot, I'm really sorry, it was important, I should have remembered--"
It is the most important thing in the world that Sasha stop making that face.
See, this is why you don't have important conversations without mind control.
"You've known about your top surgery for weeks," he says to Sasha, "you had to go to a therapist and get a letter and consult with the surgeon, it's a good thing your parents are so accepting now." He turns to Lev. "You've known about it for weeks and you're really excited."
Lev kisses him. "I can't wait. Because you'd be happier and also because I am gay."
"Man, I bet Asher's friends have pool parties. --Do they have pool parties?" he asks Asher.
"Still easier to have fun if you don't have to worry about your ribs." And there'll be lots of gorgeous people and he won't be the only one who doesn't have clothes.
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