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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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. ]