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 Posted: Tue May 03, 2016 8:30 am
He wasn't sure when was an appropriate time to try approaching. Melvin had sent him a text, but something as immediate as going then frightened him. Guilt made anyone look more frightening. A simple ok text back and one week later, he finally rustled up the courage to appear at the Lifer's door and knock.
In his other arm was a shopping bag of snacks and bottled water. Food, Dawson found, was the best source of comfort after human contact.
"Hey, uh," buddy, pal, dude, "it's Daws here. You in?"
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Posted: Wed May 04, 2016 7:22 pm
When Noah opened the door after a few moments, he blinked stupidly at Dawson, his forehead creasing in puzzlement as he took in the man and what he carried. It took him a moment to remember, and then he remembered, and he was tempted to just shut the door, because he didn't know what to say, and he didn't want to be looked at like he was broken or something, because word was starting to get around and there were some of the techs who glanced at him with obvious pity in their eyes and there were some of them who looked sort of smug and he didn't really know which of those alternatives was worse. "I'm, yeah, I'm here," he said, and hid a yawn behind his hand. He'd never been the tidiest of people, but he was a mess now. He'd been throwing himself into work as a distraction, his usual form of coping or not coping with something that bothered him, and as a result his floor was scattered with clothes dropped wherever, his bed was so unmade that it looked like the blankets had exploded, and his desk was a crazy pile of papers and books, a laptop open but off in the middle of them. He seemed to have been sleeping in his clothes at some point fairly recently. He also looked as though the sleep hadn't done him much good, pale and hollow-eyed.
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Posted: Fri May 06, 2016 8:37 pm
"Hope it's not a bad time," he said, glancing past Noah into the hurricane-swept room beyond with increasing guilt. "I, uh, thought you'd appreciate some snacks r' somethin'. Vendin' machines were almost empty."
Beat.
"You, uh...how're you doin'?"
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Posted: Wed May 11, 2016 7:18 pm
"I, yeah, thanks," Noah said, "I ... think I forgot to eat, I am kind of hungry." He thought about it for a moment. When had he eaten last? He remembered having had something before his last shift, and maybe he'd had a snack at some point, but he wasn't sure. "Um. Do you want to come in?" He kicked some of the scattered clothes into a pile next to the laundry basket and shoved some of the stuff on the desk into a pile to clear a space. "Sorry, I've just been, I'm tired," he apologized for the condition of the room.
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Posted: Tue May 24, 2016 9:57 am
Dawson's mouth was sucked in briefly. "Uh, yeah, if ya want company," he answered eventually after a pause that felt almost like two weeks and stepped inside. Standing awkwardly nonetheless, he placed the basket on the newly freed space as gingerly as if it were glass.
"Don' blame ya." He went back to close the door in search of something to do. "S'been a hard few weeks. They, uh...they ain' say nothin' about Al yet?"
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Posted: Tue May 24, 2016 11:54 am
Noah wasn't really sure he did want company, but he didn't really want to kick Dawson out, either. Dawson was nice, or at least he seemed like he was nice, and it seemed like he was trying to be comforting, and it would be rude to just shove him out and not accept that at all, even if Noah did feel awkward and raw about it. "Okay," he said, not meeting Dawson's eyes. He stacked up his papers in a neat pile, just to have something to be doing with his hands. "Not ... not that anyone's told me," he answered, his voice strained. "I asked, but." He picked up a snack-sized bag of crackers and opened it, watching his hands instead of looking up. "I'm not, like. Cleared for a lot of stuff. They just said that there hasn't been a team out yet."
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