|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
 Posted: Tue Sep 02, 2014 4:15 pm
"It's not," Jordan said miserably, still just drunk enough that he couldn't stop the words before they got out. "But that's okay." He took a handful of Melvin's sleeve near the shoulder and just held on, shaky and tense and tired, his shoulders shuddering with a sob from time to time.
|
 |
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Tue Sep 02, 2014 6:17 pm
"...yeah." He agreeds. It wasn't okay, but he didn't like saying otherwise. Not now.
He held Jordan, letting himself in turn be held onto, and patted the Sun's back. Even though he had moved in to hug Jordan to comfort him, it allowed Melvin to turn his head down at the man's shoulders and let his own tense shoulders drop and then shudder as he too let himself go.
After a moment, he started to work through his own crying to take big gulping breathes to try and get his composure back. "We suck at this." He managed to whisper, giving a spurting chuckle that died all too quickly. Comforting didn't seem to be either of their skills it seemed -or maybe not the best ones.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Fri Sep 05, 2014 11:22 am
"That's not news." Jordan managed a tired, humorless chuckle. He sat up slowly. "Could use a refill, if you're going to."
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Fri Sep 05, 2014 11:25 am
He released too, and then took the bottle again. This time, he took out his artifact, a blue handkerchief, and then covered the bottle's lip with it before pouring them both a fresh glass.
"Well, it's a good thing we have a counselor." He said, and rose the whiskey bottle a little to show who their current therapist was.
Setting the bottle aside, he rose his glass in a mock toast. "To never having it figured out."
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Fri Sep 05, 2014 11:52 am
"Thanks, Dr. Jameson," Jordan said with a small, wry smile. He raised his glass in return. "To not knowing what the ******** we're doing till later, if ever."
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Reply
