From Reality

by grossferatu

Summary:

Coming back from reality takes some adjustment.

(Part 1 one of my Red Dwarf drabble collection)

Notes:

Thank you to the fine folks of No Kind of Atmosphere for the prompts.

Chapter 1: Lister (Hardlight)

"Well," Rimmer said. He looked at his feet. "You made a good fascist?"

Lister spluttered, barely swallowing his drink in time to keep it from spilling out of his lips and down the front. "I… okay." He looked at Rimmer thoughtfully. "You know being a fascist is part of what nearly drove me to kill myself, yeah?" 

Rimmer wasn't looking at him. "Maybe not good , then," he said. "Attractive, certainly. I couldn't… couldn't stop looking at you." He licked his lips, pink tongue wet with spit. "Even though--" He didn't finish the sentence. 

"Smeg," Lister said, and kissed him.