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 Posted: Mon Dec 10, 2012 10:49 am
Wash wondered why Jerry still had Sasha's instrument - it was a costly thing, and clearly important to her - but he hadn't asked. Perhaps it reminded her of him. Perhaps she simply forgot it. Or maybe she'd left it out of kindness, a parting gesture. Whatever the case, asking for it was going to be a bit awkward. Well, he supposed, sighing as he strolled through the dorm halls at a brisk pace, it couldn't be helped. She was under a lot of stress lately, and talking to an ex was always hard - even though they'd had a chance to briefly meet and patch things up. He could do this one, small thing.
Besides, he had to admit a part of him dearly wanted to hear her play.
He'd waited until nightfall to approach the sun hunter, figuring the man most likely kept an object as expensive and fragile as a flute in his room. No better time to catch a hunter in their room than when they were about to go to sleep. He wondered if Jerry was seeing anyone new. After all, they didn't exactly talk much. He had assumed not, given his conversation with him last; but then, you never knew...
He hesitated before rapping on the door gently.
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Posted: Mon Dec 10, 2012 11:53 am
Unsurprisingly there was music coming from the other side of the door. Every so often, there was a pause between a series of chords before they stopped altogether at the knock. At least the tone of the music was brighter, less bitter than the last time Wash had walked in on one of Jerry's little composure sittings.
His face was excited when the door opened, but softened immediately at the sight of Wash, replaced by a nervous smile. "Uh.... hi?" He looked like he had showered, thankfully, a small cut on his cheek that was already mostly Fear-Healed showing he had diligently shaved as well, and his undershirt and sweatpants looked clean. All good signs.
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Posted: Mon Dec 10, 2012 12:51 pm
"'ey man, sorry for droppin in on ya like this," Wash began, poking his head and shoulders around the door. "Mind if I come in a bit? I promise it won't take much o' your time."
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Posted: Mon Dec 10, 2012 12:58 pm
Jerry's expression turned nervous as he pushed his glasses up his nose, the thought what did I do now? racing through his head. "Oh, yes... yeah, I mean um. Come on in," He stepped out of the way, holding the door for him.
The apartment sized room was cleaner now, at least, his guitar lay on the couch, a notebook open on his makeshift coffee table with a pencil.
"You um. Want a soda or something?"
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Posted: Mon Dec 10, 2012 1:25 pm
"Nah, thanks man. I don' do caffeine before bed, gives me the jitters."
He stood awkwardly in the middle of the now-clean room, glancing around. "Your place's lookin nice. I always forget you guys get your own apartment." One day, he hoped he could earn the same. "Thinkin' about movin' inta town, or do you like it here?" Small talk, catching up. He didn't want to just barge in and demand the instrument - their once-friendship meant more to him than that.
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Posted: Mon Dec 10, 2012 1:44 pm
Jerry scratched at the back of his head as he moved to sit, "No point in a place that big if it's just me." He shrugged quietly.
He had hoped... once... that he and Sasha might move into one of those houses.
That was clearly not in the cards any more. He fidgeted nervously, pulling his guitar back onto his lap if only to give his hands something to do. "They're the first to get destroyed every time we're attacked any way."
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Posted: Mon Dec 10, 2012 2:12 pm
"Eh, I dunno," Wash said, waving a hand. "Might be nice t' have the room. Could build your own lil' studio, typa thing, yennow?"
Oh. It was true; the houses in town often ran the risk of being, well, overrun. It seemed a theme as of late.
"Fair 'nough." He scratched the back of his head, pausing for a moment to decide where to begin. "Well, sorry for bargin' up in here, but I came to ask you a favor, sorta? For... Sasha." He smiled, and added in a joking tone, "I guess I'm really jus' the messenger, ha."
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Posted: Mon Dec 10, 2012 3:03 pm
The Sun perked up immediately, a hopeful expression flickering through his eyes as he glanced up from his fiddling. "O-oh?" He hesitated, wetting his lips as he set down his instrument again, "Anything."
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Posted: Mon Dec 10, 2012 3:39 pm
Wash's smile was much more certain now. Maybe this wouldn't be too bad after all.
"Yeah, she 'tole me she left somethin' with you, a kinna flute, right?" He paused, trying to decide what she'd allow him to divulge. "I guess things have slowed down a bit, and she wanted t' start playin' again. Idle hands, you know. Nice t' have somethin' t' do."
He shrugged his shoulders, and continued brightly, "All 'o ya'll are so talented, me, I coul' barely manage chopsticks on my sister's keyboard."
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Posted: Mon Dec 10, 2012 3:51 pm
As the request digested, Jerry's expression fell. His voice was weak as he searched Wash's face. "She... she wants to start playing again?" He glanced away, pain visible despite his attempt to hide it. "Why didn't she come for it herself?"
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Posted: Mon Dec 10, 2012 3:56 pm
Wash's expression sobered immediately.
"It's hard for her too, ya know," he intoned softly.
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Posted: Mon Dec 10, 2012 4:00 pm
Jerry's hands were shaking as he moved to the kitchenette for a glass of water. "She said she wanted to be friends."
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Posted: Mon Dec 10, 2012 4:08 pm
"These kinna things, they take time, man," Wash called after him. He sighed. Maybe not so easy after all. Well, it was to be expected, with things being as they were. If he could face death for her, he was fairly certain he could face Jerry.
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Posted: Mon Dec 10, 2012 4:12 pm
He stood awkwardly on the other side of the living room, staring into the glass. "She said it was a crutch. That it was stupid and silly." Like he was. He had kept it safe... it was all that remained of the woman that had been his... or the woman his heart belonged to. All he had left of her. In his mind, the music they had shared, had created together was a precious thing. He couldn't play the flute- had tried once or twice in a sad drunken stupor a few weeks back, but it wasn't the same, not like what she could do.
"She has a gift," He said softly.
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Posted: Mon Dec 10, 2012 6:58 pm
"Well," Wash said carefully, "sometimes, we all need a crutch, t' get us standin' again."
He left it at that, letting Jerry have the other side of the living room to himself. He watched the man, silent for some time, before hooking his fingers into his pockets and adding, "She's a brilliant young woman, when she 'as occasion to be. We all 'ave our hard spots, but jus' the same, we all got soft places we don't want others t'see. Sometimes we try so hard to be what we aren't, we jus' fall right off th' other end." He smiled again, and this time it was sad.
"She ain't had it any easier than you, here, or maybe e'en before." He waved a hand, taking in the island and beyond. After a moment, Wash added more kindly, "I know she said some hurtful things t'you. I 'ope in my heart she di'int mean 'em. But whatever she thinks now, she did care for you, once. Deeply."
He'll come, a small voice whispered, echoing across the dark expanse of cells; petite hand tightening around his own-
"She believed in you."
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