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 Posted: Fri Jan 23, 2015 6:52 am
Time had passed. Months without talking aside from commenting on Twitter, and even he wasn't sure why he bothered with that. Maybe he still hoe that Rep would see things his way with time. Maybe he felt less hurt when he was assured of him dream and Rin more and more each day. Maybe he just wished for his best friend back.
With a deep breath, he texted Rep.Baneful I still have that stuff in the greenhouse Rin planted if you are in pain and can't get medication.
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Posted: Fri Jan 23, 2015 7:43 am
Rep had hardly moved from where he'd lay down on his return from H's office, fretting and worrying about Harrison while trying to deal with the constant raw ache from what had been done to Tracey. He could normally endure pain, able to convince himself to concentrate on other things than the aches, but this was worse than anything he'd experienced before. He couldn't curl around the pain or touch it, simply suffer in silence. Mental anguish was something that Rep had never really been able to tolerate and right now he wanted to run, run and run from this but there was no way to do so. He needed to find ways to mitigate it.
Tracey had spoken little since the confrontation, simply replying softly that he was not feeling great at all when Rep tenderly and carefully asked him how he felt. He wished deeply he could do something, anything for the weapon, but it seemed like when he ******** up it was always those around him who suffered the most.
He gave Melvin's text a grim look, desperate for anything he could get. Medication would be doable but he wasn't sure of its efficacy, weed would be a supplement to not dealing with any of this.
He replied. Quote: Sounds good to me. I could go with a ******** roll-up or two. If you could bring it over I'd appreciate it.
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Posted: Fri Jan 23, 2015 8:13 am
Melvin looked at the text and was unsure what Rep had gotten into to make him unable to leave. Then again, maybe it was a bitter reassurance that even without Melvin, Rep was still getting in the same trouble and was no better or worse from not having him around. It was silly to expect that he made any impact on the Sun's life.
Standing up in the greenhouse, he went to the back where a blocked off corner was kept with a sign that said "Restricted Access: Highly toxic." Rin had been smart to try and ward off any wandering visitor from poking and Melvin mad sure to tell Noah not to bother with that section.
He wasn't exactly how much 2 joints needed to be made and since the plants grew so well, he had an overabundance that wasn't being used. He decided to fill a large Manila folder that was left to dry days prior from a tuboware he kept under the specimens. He debated of he should just tear the plant down but knew Rin would be upset when she came back.
He locked up and made his way to Rep's room, hesitant, he took a deep breath, fixed his glasses straight, and knocked.
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Posted: Sun Jan 25, 2015 11:26 am
Rep didn't know how to feel about taking favours from Melvin, the other man had been the one to abandon him, forsaking the friendship they'd had for such a long time over some ******** stupid paranoid delusion. He didn't forgive him for that and would not readily, but at the moment he needed some help, something anything to let him relax.
Tracey said irritably. He did not cope well with pain, he could not remember his life before being a weapon but he could not imagine it had included hurt in any enduring way.
"Come in." he said from where he lay on the enormous bed, refusing to move to let the other man in when he knew doing so would just agitate him further.
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Posted: Sun Jan 25, 2015 11:54 am
He hadn't been in Rep's room often at all. He had wondered about that, picked apart their relationship in the months after he last spoke to the man in person. He had spent time over-analyzing what had happened and if their friendship had even been that, and now that he considered it, was it normal that either one of them never really hanged out in each other's rooms?
Even now, at the call to come in, he felt awkward and out of place. Then again, bedrooms felt personal and he wasn't sure if he had ever gotten to the point where he could have been that comfortable with Rep. Than again, he had said so much to the man in the past. Hadn't that meant something?
Opening the door, he looked around and saw the red-head on the large bed he and Harrison owned. He wasn't sure if he was even that badly hurt. Visibly, he wasn't bandaged up or bleeding in any way, but he couldn't really tell from over here.
"Um...I wasn't sure how much you needed so....well, not like anyone else knows or is using it." He looked around for where he could place the bag, but if Rep couldn't come to the door, maybe he couldn't come anywhere else.
He slowly moved to stand by the nightstand and set it down. ".....did....you go to the Infirmary?"
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