one more shifty, slightly leveled field of communication

[livesarock]

WHO: trueltning_fury and inthirds (who is cured)
WHERE: MAC
WHEN: Way super early 11/10
WARNINGS: MANLY TEARSno idk nobody dies at least
SUMMARY: Hey old man it's me, the pal you carved up like a week ago!
FORMAT: No



He could've just fallen asleep right where he was so easily had his mind not wandered back to his first contacts. It hit him like a knife in the back, causing him to start a little, though hardly much to disturb the sleeper curled up on him.

It had been well more than an hour, hadn't it? Not even a day back, already falling behind...

Further still, as it took a length of time to free himself and slink down the hallways. Barefoot, still feeling like he was stuck in a surreal dream...feeling his footfalls. Coarse carpeting. Cold, concrete steps in the stairwell. He was in danger of a sensory overload nearly every time he changed places. Goose pimples to go with the anxious knots in his stomach...how long since that was ever a thing?

Zelgadis wound up staring at the appropriate door longer than need be. He wasn't completely lost; he knew he had the right one. But the correspondence left him with uncertain footing, so to speak. And the disturbing remarks of that Goku person only gave his mind ample opportunity to draw the most unsavory conclusions. What had happened, and did he even want to know?

One way or the other, though, he had to knock. Four muted raps by the backs of his knuckles, drawn away as quick as they were brought forward. The notion that the hour was a little unreasonable had only just struck. Perhaps he ought to just go back upstairs––

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Zelgadis' glance was peripheral first, the rest of his head turning to follow a second or two afterward. He thought it weird, initially, for him to have said something like that out loud.

"Yeah," he grunted, his shoulder shrugging up briefly. "I know."

[trueltning_fury]

As far as he was concerned, Geddoe had nothing more to say. Sitting in silence was somehow appropriate, if not necessary. He wasn't going to kick Zelgadis out, but damn, if he didn't rue the fact he hadn't bought more beer on his way home.

[livesarock]

He was overstaying his welcome, Zelgadis was sure. But he was still trying to come up with...something. Pointless, perhaps; he seemed more prone to making problems, or simply making them worse, rather than fixing anything. Though, if anything was broken was still up for debate.

Debating was for decent hours.

It wasn't a painfully long wait for him to go, though he really was dragging his heels about it. Without the energy coming from being agitated or anxious, he was just tired. He scrubbed at the corner of his eye as he mumbled, "I'm going back up," and started for the door.

The something struck him as he had the door half open and was about to slip out.

"Thanks for..." His fingers drummed once on the edge of the door as he fished for the for, starting to look away again. He shrugged uselessly. "A lot of things."

His imagination typically made his words sound a lot nicer in his head, but that time around gave him less and little. It got him the hell out of that room a lot quicker, at least.

[trueltning_fury]

Geddoe tipped his chin up in a sort of nod, with a hum of acknowledgement. He appreciated it, though he didn't really have the words to express it. The only thing he knew was that after Zelgadis was gone, he was probably going to be sitting up the rest of the night, right in that spot on the couch.