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 Posted: Sat Mar 12, 2016 8:08 pm
Despite spending quite a lot of time recently in bed, Horace was exhausted. When he got to his room, he knew he would completely and utterly crash. So, he made a pit stop beforehand. It was a bit of a gamble - the watch could tell him where someone was on-duty, but off it was kind of useless. He supposed it was good not to enable any stalkers on the island. Horace grimaced, feeling another wave of confusing thoughts barrage his head. If only he could get everything lined up neatly, maybe he'd ******** get it. Sighing, he leaned against the wall and knocked on the door, hoping he was home. Horace had promised, after all. Though, he thought it was just a promise to text... wait, had he even promised? He yawned, jaw cracking loudly, and knocked again.
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Posted: Sun Mar 13, 2016 5:47 pm
Micah opened the door a moment later. Upon seeing who it was, he directed the scowl he'd saved just for Horace at him. "Oh good, you survived whatever it was you were doing," he said. A pause. "You look like someone ran you over with a steamroller or something, what the ********, why are you not asleep."
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Posted: Sun Mar 13, 2016 6:28 pm
That scowl was already becoming quite familiar. He'd expected it, could hear it over the messages Micah had sent before he left, but it was altogether different to see it in person again. It reminded him of how he'd felt it necessary to tell Micah enough that he could be a back-up plan. Horace grinned, albeit tiredly, and shouldered his way past Micah into the room. He dropped his bag on the floor, ignoring the fact that he'd jsut barged into someone's room.
"Had to tell you I'm alive first," he called out over his shoulder. Then, eyeing his choices, he flopped face first into Micah's bed. He'd get up in a bit, but it looked so damn comfortable.
"Didn't get much sleep," he mumbled, face pressed into the sheets. He exhaled noisily. "Dunno what the ******** I was thinking..."
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Posted: Sun Mar 13, 2016 6:39 pm
Micah closed the door behind Horace and pushed the bag out of the way with his foot, moving it closer to the bed. "Yeah, you did," he said, slightly mollified. "Was expecting a text."
"I didn't mean on my bed," he grumbled. "I dunno what you were thinking either. What was it, some kind of mission or something?" He still didn't know what this ... outing had been. Horace had said it was leave time and sent a picture of a hotel, but he'd also implied that there was a chance he'd be in danger, enough of a chance that he wanted a backup plan in place. "I got duty in half an hour, so if you're actually gonna sleep I'll lock it when I go," he added.
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Posted: Sun Mar 13, 2016 6:47 pm
"Yours was closer anyway, not as comfy though." A lie. It would have been far easier to stumble into his own bed and send Micah a text, but Horace had wanted to drop by. He couldn't say why, but it didn't really matter, he supposed.
He sighed and scooted closer to the wall. "Not a mission, no..." He trailed off for a second. "Was with my ex, didn't want stuff to happen 'gain." The words rushed together a bit and he waved his hand around haphazardly to try and dismiss them. His left hand. Horace had no idea why he was open to even telling Micah that, but he figured Micah deserved some kind of explanation.
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Posted: Sun Mar 13, 2016 7:10 pm
"Sorry I don't have a featherbed, Your Pickiness," Micah snipped. "It's not the Hilton or anything." Had the hotel Horace had been staying in been a Hilton? Micah hadn't paid that much attention to the picture. Anyway, even if it had been, it didn't seem to have done Horace much good.
Micah stopped altogether as Horace sort-of-explained, his mind putting together tell my friends if I don't come back in two days and not being careful and all the dodging of questions Horace had done and the hand currently being waved at him. "The hell," he said after a moment, "are you, why would, are they nuts?" There was a small hitch in the disjointed and disbelieving question as Micah remembered Horace's general commentary and attitude about dating and hurriedly and awkwardly switched pronouns. "You know what they say, don't stick your d**k in crazy."
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Posted: Sun Mar 13, 2016 7:30 pm
The question made him flinch. He would have laughed at the last bit, made some joke about whose d**k was going there, but instead he sighed and yanked himself up into some half-sitting position. "I was lonely," he said, and it sounded ******** ridiculous even to his own ears.
"Thought if I could forget or pretend... the cave, stuff hadn't happened, it'd be okay." He rubbed his chest absently, feeling the ridges of his scar through his thin tank top. "Still scared though - I don't... I don't wanna die anymore so I told you. Sorry." He paused. "S-sorry. I just wanted to feel normal. Or something, I don't know." Horace didn't look up at Micah, knowing he was being judged for the idiot he was, but he was telling Micah because it had been so easy to forget, to pretend things had never happened. It scared him. He could fall back and back and no one would give a s**t this time when he washed up on the shore in pieces.
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Posted: Sun Mar 13, 2016 7:41 pm
Micah had expected some glib, jokey answer to his question, was prepared for it to be denied with an easy, shrugging amusement. Instead, he'd gotten a strange, vulnerable defensiveness, a tacit admission that yeah, Horace's ex was nuts and could very well be that dangerous and that he'd been being stupid.
Micah didn't really know how to answer that. It was easy to growl and scold and snap when Horace was being the smartass pain that he normally was, but this was different. "Yeah, well," he said, and didn't know what to follow that up with. "If you gotta be an idiot, telling someone's at least a little less idiotic." He folded his arms and scowled determinedly at the wall above Horace's head.
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Posted: Sun Mar 13, 2016 7:54 pm
He darted a glance up at Micah when the expected yelling and scolding didn't come. Micah wasn't even looking at him... He hurriedly looked back down at his lap. The next part was hard, but he thought it needed saying.
"Can I... tell you again? For n-next time?" Horace couldn't deny that he wouldn't do it again; he felt like he wasn't strong enough to resist or something stupid and cowardly like that. He squeezed his eyes shut.
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Posted: Sun Mar 13, 2016 8:06 pm
"Next time, he says," Micah grumbled. "Fine, okay, if there's gonna be a next time, you can tell me and I'll be your ********' alarm system." This time there was a glare, although Micah couldn't hide the concern in it. It occurred belatedly to him why it might be that Horace looked as exhausted as he did, and Micah's face heated up as he quickly looked away again. "Dumbass," he muttered. "You ought to rest better."
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Posted: Sun Mar 13, 2016 8:18 pm
"Dunno if I can quit," he said, grateful that Micah had agreed, even if it felt wrong asking him. "Makes me feel better, for a while, even if I feel like s**t after." Rubbing his eyes, he let out a bitter laugh, one that quickly morphed into a yawn.
"Knew I could count on you." He unceremoniously laid back down by simply leaning over til he fell. "Can't sleep well in rooms with windows or 'round him anymore."
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Posted: Sun Mar 13, 2016 8:30 pm
Micah shuffled his feet and crossed his arms tighter. He felt weird and wrong and uncomfortable and angry about the whole thing, and he didn't know why he wasn't exploding yelling about it, except maybe it was because Horace looked exhausted and guilty and generally like he felt like s**t, and maybe that would be enough to stop there from being a next time. He could hope. Next time!
He took a step over and dropped a pillow unceremoniously onto Horace's head. "Yeah well, I don't got windows," he said, and thought, and I sure as hell don't have a him around, which was also a thoroughly uncomfortable thought, but he was trying to ignore that because Horace was his friend. "Go to sleep, I'm going to work."
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Posted: Sun Mar 13, 2016 8:45 pm
"Yeah, much better," he mumbled from underneath the pillow. Horace shoved it off of his head and under it, turning to look at Micah. He felt terrible for barging into Micah's room and collapsing. He felt terrible for having just come back from the hotel, ******** - he felt terrible for even gong.
"You're too nice, you know."
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Posted: Sun Mar 13, 2016 8:50 pm
"Yeah, I know." Micah shrugged into his coat and stuffed his phone and a folded-up magazine into the inside pocket. "Don't remind me or I'll kick you out right here." He only half meant the irritable threat. It was probably pretty stupid of him not to send Horace off to his own room to sleep, but what the hell.
He looked back at his friend for several long and serious moments, then sighed huffily. "Go to sleep," he repeated, and turned away toward the door.
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Posted: Sun Mar 13, 2016 9:41 pm
"Thank you," he said softly as Micah left. Despite the urge to hunt for the chains in Micah's room, Horace soon felt himself falling asleep. He liked when Micah got mad at him, he thought muzzily. It felt nice, in a weird way.
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