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5th Metal / open video

[ The video turns on Zane, who is somewhat disheveled, but, to the discerning eye, different than usual. Something too intent and high-strung has been muted, and there is a dangerous hint in his eyes. ]

Cassel is... hurt.

Someone needs to collect him.

Level 4, Cabin 12.

[ And video off. ]

[ ACTION SPAM (edited to add) ]

[ And now Zane is in zero.

He sits alone, arms crossed over his chest, his face hard and blank.

Come and visit! ]

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Yeah, now you've just fucking lost me.

[He shuts his eyes, so wound up and full of feelings that he can't stand to look at Cassel anymore. Not that the other had done anything; him just being in such close proximity is making Chris' heart skip]

Stop punishing yourself.

[Cassel's not surprised, not even a little. It'd be hard to explain even if he was the most articulate person alive, which he's clearly not.]

Like I said. Being with you is the opposite.

. . . You're still upset. [He sees you there, Chris.] Can I - I don't know, help?

Well, you don't fucking deserve to be in the fucking infirmary. It just pisses me off.

{And now it's Chris' turn to bury his head into the pillow with a muffled grunt]

M'fine.

[Yeah, no. He sits up too quickly, winces at the pain in his ribs.]

Chris. I won't do it anymore, okay? Let me help.

[His head tilts to look up at Cassel, frowning]

Fine. Okay, you won't do it anymore, awesome. That helps. I'm good, all right?

All right.

[He watches Chris for a minute before lowering himself onto his elbows, then his back.]

But you'd say if I could help.

[The need to be helpful, useful, that hasn't gone anywhere. Right now he feels like there's something he's missing, too, and he doesn't like not having all necessary information.]

[For some unknown reason, it's impossible for Chris to tear his eyes away from Cassel in that moment. He lies on his side on the bed, watching the boy next to him through his one visible eye, silent and aching and in agony over his own hidden secrets. It's a Barge joke that Chris is a loudmouth who wouldn't know subtlety if it hit him like a brick, but his most painful, private thoughts that stand out all the more prominently when he's this close to their root, these he'll take to his grave. Some days - and this is looking to be like one of them - he wants to cry or scream in frustration and self-hatred because how can a feeling he hates this much feel so wonderful at the same time?

Ignoring the racing, burning pace of his own heartbeat, Chris mumbles something indistinguishable and sets his chin back up against Cassel's shoulder in an effort to make more room on the bed. This close, it's easy to whisper his rebuttal without anyone overhearing;]

You want to help?

Go make me a sandwich.

Edited 2013-04-28 03:19 (UTC)

[His shoulder inches up just for a second when Chris whispers, and he laughs under his breath, his first laugh since all of this started.]

You'd have to sneak me out of here first. [His voice is just as low, conspiratorial, as he flicks Chris on the cheek with a gloved finger.] Then I'll make your damn sandwich.

Yeah, that wouldn't be hard; there's no guards here. Just nosy wardens.

[Chris smirks at the touch, kneeing Cassel gently in his leg in response]

Good. You owe me.

...Peanut butter with the crusts cut off.

I'll make a note of it.

Crusts cut off? Really? You want me to spoil you?

Hey; you owe me. The way I see it, until you're fully healed you're pretty much my bitch right now.

....fuck, I need to go meet Rorschach in the gym in a few.

Yeah, I am. [He's not gonna argue that.]

Go. He probably wants to make sure you haven't killed anybody.

Edited 2013-04-28 07:40 (UTC)

I bet that's exactly what he wants.

[Reluctantly, Chris rolls off the bed and climbs to his feet, running two hands through his hair to get it straight again]

I'll come back, though.

[He watches the movement of Chris's hands attentively, curiously, and only barely resists the urge to lean over and mess his hair up again. But that would be stupid, right? Instead he smiles and lies back against the pillow, testing his split lip with his fingers.]

Promise?

[He looks over his shoulder at that, giving a doubtful smirk]

What, like I have better shit to do with my time?

Yeah, I promise.

Cool. I'll see you soon, then.

Yeah, man. Heal up.

[And with that, Chris heads out the infirmary door, full of feelings and off to go wait for his warden]

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