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Title: Biography - Greg's Glasses
Author: psykotropik
Rating: PG13?
Main Character(s): Greg/Ryan
Summary: A bit late, but I still wanted to give this is a shot seeing as my writing muse is on fire! This is about Greg's glasses :-p

"Here's a little song I wrote, you might not sing it note for note, but don't worry, be happy!"

Every speaker in every hall played the local radio station, blaring out music for everyone to hear, but quiet enough for it to stay in the halls and not in the occupants rooms. Just another way of apparently boosting employee moral, but apparently lowering customers. Despite the cheery music, not everyone had a smile on their faces. Well, everyone but Ryan.
Ryan had a smile plastered to his face like he had woken up to an acid tab with his coffee. He just smiled as he walked down the hallway to the room Greg was supposed to be situated. The woman at the desk had told him to go right up, that he was expected, so the door would be open. Apparently, Greg had left a note with the receptionist an hour or so before Ryan had shown up.

Ryan whistled along to the song playing on the radio as he pushed Greg's room door open, closing it behind him and shutting the radio's song out with it.
"I'm here!" Ryan called, looking around the room.
Silence. All that could be heard was the sound of the shower flowing.
"Greg?" he called, walking over to the bathroom door.
The door was ajar a little, and from it, the steam ebbed and vanished. Hanging from the door handle were Greg's glasses. Ryan looked at them, picking them off the door handle carefully, before holding them up in front of him.
Greg always looked so different without them, almost odd. Like it wasn't him. He seemed to lose some of his smarminess without them, and Ryan liked that. Ryan looked over the thick rims, chuckling to himself, eyes squinting a little as he smiled.

Even without your glasses, you'd never ask for help... and you always looked so vulnerable. Like someone had taken away your shield from the world... Ryan thought to himself. You almost lost your venom

Ryan shook his head, placing the glasses back on the door handle. He knew why Greg had placed them there in the first place. They were Greg's form of a sign, to tell Ryan it was okay to walk in. His little sign to say there was more waiting for Ryan than just a little conversation.
He pushed the door back, and let it slip shut behind him, steam disappearing from outside the door instantly. The pair of glasses fell from the door handle, on to the floor, and soon the only sound in the air besides the falling water, was music to the occupants ears.