Date: 2016-12-03 04:07 am (UTC)
victoryorvalhalla: (PB - tired boy)
He was laying there on his back, watching the ceiling. Sometimes he wished he could see the stars instead of the white ceiling. Plaster or whatever he had been told it was. His mind was not connecting it. Before Jo returned his thoughts had shuffled wondering what he had missed. No thoughts of his missing device, his missing friends or the odd silence so clearly early in the night.

When Jo returned he shifted carefully onto his side, those miserable eyes watching her, idly reaching up to scratch at one of the scars that ran down his chest. "Yes, but.... it's no good. I nearly did that again trying to get the shirt off. I'm sorry Jo. I tried not. I didnt expect it to happen."

Only then did she get a slight glare form him. "I can aim, whoevers pissing on the seat's not me." He felt it was a jab, he's heard people in the bar complain at night. But it's the closest to a light look she's gotten since he woke.

"Jo. Stop." He spoke as he edged closer to the end of the bed. Sylvi moving to take over his pillow snuggling into his back. "Wait. I need to say something." He spoke trying to make sure he could least his body try to reject him again.
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