001 ♦ Jesse Finch ♦ Audio

[rigging]

So I've got three guesses as to what this is right now. [ The voice that comes through the communicator is quiet and calm. The undertone to this voice, however, is not at all -- there's a hint of panic and a whole lot of anger underneath. ] One, I traveled back in time to land in some Twilight Zone-Silent Hill bullshit. Two, I've finally cracked and I've gone insane, which, y'know, could be worse, my brain coulda put me in somewhere much more terrifying than a room with a camera -- or three, I'm dreaming. [ Which is what he's afraid of. There's a beat, and then the sound of a lighter being flicked on, a cigarette being lit. ]

Watch, m'just talking to myself. I don't even know if anybody's out there. [ It's been an hour and he hasn't seen anybody yet, after all, though to be fair he hasn't gone very far. He's waiting. Come get him, nightmare. He's not scared of you. ]

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[gleans]

[ Ha, a smirk. ] Mmmmmhmm. And she's fucking tiny, it's adorable.

[ He notices the awkward, and he doesn't like it. It just makes him itch even more to know what the hell happened in November. He squeezes Jesse's hand. ] ... Hey. I love you, Jess.

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[ Jesse looks up at Galen, away from his shoes, biting his lip absently. It's like he's not even the same person, like a memory of someone from before they were terminally ill, and it's jarring. Jesse wants to give in.

But he would've never made it in life this far if he'd just let his guard down. ] ... Love y'too, Galen. [ He says quietly, squeezing Galen's hand back. Because it's true, he does - just not what November gave him. ]

[gleans]

[ Galen sighs, and there's a brief silence between them while he bumps their shoulders. He wants to say something, but the fucking awkward hanging over them hurts. This has never happened to them before. ]

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[ No, it hasn't, and Jesse finds it so unnerving. He's quiet until they reach the house - the semblance of safety makes his shoulders slump. He's in full-on survival mode, something Galen's never had to see before, and he'll be sorry about it later. ] Are there locks on the doors?

[gleans]

[ He sounds a little deflated when he answers. ]

Yeah. And on the bedroom doors, and the bathroom. [ ENOUGH LOCKS FOR YOU, JESSE? ]

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[ YEAH THAT'S ENOUGH. ] Alright. Good -- I wanna. I need t'sleep for a bit, okay? Get my head on straight.

[gleans]

[ Galen starts biting his lip again as they head inside, HE CAN'T HELP IT. And he just takes off his glasses because fuck joking about them fogging up, right now. ]

Okay. If you wanna -- you can take my room. Not that it looks a whole lot different from the empty ones, ha -- but. Yeah. It's upstairs. Go for it.

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Mm. Alright. [ There's a pause, as Galen takes off his glasses - and then Jesse thinks fuck it and leans forward to grip the front of Galen's shirt and kiss him. He sighs when he pulls away. ] Thanks, baby.

[gleans]

[ Galen's free hand comes up to brush down Jesse's arm, and he's back to picking at the edge of his lip with his teeth when they pull away. ] Yeah. Second door to the right. Sweet dreams.

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[ ... WELP. That's mildly terrifying. Which means Jesse's going to just. Go curl up on Galen's bed and try to sort his thoughts out rather than sleep. And see if there are any sharpies around. ]

[gleans]

[ And Galen's just... gonna go get some shitty coffee and sit in the kitchen. ]